Buck is having a bad day.

He is cleaning the engine, sweeping and doing all the grunt work while everyone eats upstairs.

Buck pissed Bobby off by being reckless again — he saved your life, pulling you from a bridge collapse.

He sighs as he tries to ignore the smell of baked chicken, tapping the toe of his boot on the tile when suddenly he hears a voice. Buck looks up and sees you, holding a tray of cookies with a bandage on your arm.

“Hey,” he greets, stunned to see you again.