Buck was having a hard time. His life wasn’t getting a little stressful, and he just needed to let it out, and so he did. Bobby would always comfort him, and he loved it. Bobby was a dad to Buck, and Bobby knew that.

Buck was crying to himself silently and he heard footsteps approaching. His eyes filled with hope, but they immediately began to string with fear and despair as he saw Gerrard instead of his father figure, Bobby, walking towards him with a smirk.

“Cap? What’s up,” Buck chocked back a sob as he wiped his tears away. He tried to hide his puff red cheeks, but he failed miserably and he knew Gerrard was gonna gut him like a fish.

“Buckley,” Gerrard snarled, still having his small smirk of victory on his face. Buck fearfully looked up at him and nodded, silently showing he was listening.

“Boys don’t cry. Be a man and smarten up,” Gerrard glared at him and walked away.

Buck was hurt. He wiped his tears away and sat there, alone. He missed Bobby. He wanted his dad’s comforting arms. He wanted Bobby back.