As Buck and Eddie started trying to haul a chair out of the loft, Christopher pointed and laughed. They both side-eyed their teenage son. "And why are you laughing at us?" Buck probed.
"Because I don't know why you just didn't hire movers," he shot back with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Because we can do this ourselves, kiddo." Eddie shook his head. "Want to help here or are you just going to laugh?"
"Fine." Chris pouted for a quick second before picking up a box, sighing in annoyance when his fathers took forever to clear the door. "Seriously?"
"Don't rush us," a frustrated Buck hissed.
"Why didn't you ask anybody else for help at least?"
"Because they're meeting us at the house to help us get settled and organized." Eddie wasn't about to admit that maybe he was right - they should have called the others in for help sooner.
They figured it out and finally made it into the hallway outside the apartment, Chris trailing after them. They Tetrised all kinds of shit into both cars, making sure to leave some room for the whiny teenager.
Within half an hour, all three of them were finally on their way to Eddie and Chris' (now Buck's too) place. Chris scowled at both Eddie and Buck after they had to help him out of the car. "I hate you," he lied.
Eddie snorted and ruffled his hair. "Sure."
"Go round us up some take-out menus," Buck urged. They needed to figure out something to eat since they were all starving.
"I think Bobby's either cooking today or cooked something already." Eddie couldn't wait to find out what their captain had up his sleeves.
Moving was a shitty process but at least they were going to be living together now.