Ever since it was revealed to Buck that there was a chance he may never become a firefighter again after his accident, Buck kind of just shut himself out from the world.

He just stayed in his apartment and loused around all day. It was infuriating.

Buck didn’t even go out for groceries! All he got was take-out and delivery every day and night.

Eventually, you got tired of it and dragged him out of his apartment, forcing him to come with you grocery shopping so you could buy him — and yourself, but mainly him — some food for home.

“Why did you drag me here again?” Buck complained tiredly, looking at the shelves with disinterest.