@verschlimmbesserung "They have perfected the art of hynding each other just the thing the other one is looking for. Keys, coffee mug, socks remote... as soon as one of them stops and does that searching gaze, the other one hands him just the thing"
"They love that the other falls asleep on then watching romcons/random dokus"
It starts off in the garage. Buck is not a car person the way Tommy is, but they have discovered that it is a great place for them to get into deep, vulnerable conversations. Most of this is a Tommy issue, which he admits freely. It's hard for him to bare his heart and make eye contact at the same time.
Buck doesn't mind. He gets to spend time with his favorite person. So what if he has to sit in the garage for a couple hours on the old red plastic stool with the toolbox within reach so he can hand whatever sized wrench Tommy needs? In exchange, they can talk about their first losses, Abby, the first person they kissed, parents, Sal, worst injuries, biggest fears...
Somehow, over the course of a few weeks of soul-baring in the garage, he learns to read Tommy's mind. When Tommy says he wants "the doohickey for that bit that's loose", Buck hands over the 3/8 ratchet wordlessly. When he wants "a look at the thingy", Buck grabs the correct micrometer. After a while, Tommy just has to reach out a hand and Buck can hand him the tool he needs, and neither of them breaks the flow of their conversation.
The garage is where they use their words to fix what needed fixing before. Clean up what needs cleaning. Put it all back together, better.
Tommy learns to follow Evan's lead in the kitchen once Evan moves in. "Thingamajig" is the veggie peeler, "the clack clack" turns out to be the salad tongs, "that doodad by the whatchamacallit" is the whisk. Over time, Tommy figures out which prep bowl his boyfriend is asking for when he holds out his hand, and that a glance at the oven means he needs a fork to test doneness.
They love to work together, Tommy a very competent sous chef, and as dishes are put together into meals they are reminded just how well they fit together.
In the kitchen, they don't talk much. They don't have to. They dance to music after they put away the dishes, they always leave a note on the fridge for each other, they kiss by the sink when they can share breakfast. Everything comes together in the kitchen, reminders of warmth and comfort and home.
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