When the two of you first started dating, Buck had already missed several holidays because of work. Halloween was the most common one, and sometimes he'd be out on New Years,. You never complained since most of the time, you were informed in advance. But sometimes there would be times where he would cancel dates at the last minute.

It was your second anniversary with him, and it happened again. Cold dishes, melted candles, a sleeping city - all without a single text or call. In the end, you fell asleep at the dinner table, your carefully chosen outfit drooping. As Buck finished work and returned to the firetruck on his way back, his adrenaline faded and he remembered it was your anniversary. He hurriedly took his phone out, only to see two missed calls and a few scattered messages. In your last message, he could almost sense the helpless acceptance

"I understand. It's okay. Be careful and stay safe."