Yes.

(Eddie's taken aback by Richie knowing his name, or more importantly that nickname, and it leaves Eddie blushing just a little. He instantly hates himself for it because apparently the habit of his mother wasn't the only habit he'd never dropped. He rocks his feet a bit, clearing his throat.

He's about to move forward and ignore the whole thing, but Richie's pulling him into a hug and well. Eddie was only human. And God knows he hadn't come out all this way to not care for Richie. Kind of the opposite. His arms latch around him and he squeezes Richie tightly. He presses his face against his shoulder, Richie still taller than him, and although he smelled like a bad college party, there was still some undercurrent that was distinctly Richie. It was kind of a relief.

When Richie stumbles, Eddie frowns a bit, but is quick to hold his arms and make sure he didn't actually fall.)

Careful. I really don't want you splitting your head open.

(His blush worsens a hell of a lot worse when-.)

Jesus. You were-. Always doing that. (He sighs, and has to ignore those boyish feelings that still housed strong in his gut.)

Calling me shit like 'cute' and 'Eds'. (He glances down at himself, before looking back at Richie.)

...Thanks. (Part of him wants to return the compliment because it's true. Richie looked amazing as an adult, filled out in the best ways, but his career had made him look...Not so great. So Eddie carefully says nothing at all.)

You don't have any hot dates for the rest of the night do you? Was hoping you'd join me out.