An unimpressed Buck crossed his arms as he stared down his injured, drunk boyfriend. "You got in a bar brawl?" That was wildly out of character for Tommy.
"Maybe wait until he's sober," Hen suggested.
"Not my fault," Tommy slurred.
"He was protecting me from some rude dick," chimed in another patron. She beamed at Tommy.
Buck sighed. "I'm taking you home. Cap?"
"Fine with me," Bobby agreed.
"Have fun!" Hen called out after them once she finished treating Tommy for his minor injuries and sent him on his way.
"Come on, sweetheart," Buck urged as he helped him into the car and buckled Tommy into the seatbelt.
"Love you, Evan," a sappy, beaming Tommy mumbled at him