(Eddie wobbles in surprise under the sudden weight of Richie's arm. He looks up at him, hyper aware of how close he was, and he carefully rests his hand against Richie's stomach.)
We can go to your place.
(Eddie had put himself up at a hotel for a week. It had seemed like a reasonable start. He walks Richie out to the front of the venue where a tinted Mercedes was already waiting. The driver gets out to open up the door quickly for them, and Eddie's unsurprised. Who wanted to be the personal driver for their literal CEO? He thanks the man gently, not wanting the guy to feel too pressured, and winds up in the backseat with Richie.)
no subject
(Eddie wobbles in surprise under the sudden weight of Richie's arm. He looks up at him, hyper aware of how close he was, and he carefully rests his hand against Richie's stomach.)
We can go to your place.
(Eddie had put himself up at a hotel for a week. It had seemed like a reasonable start. He walks Richie out to the front of the venue where a tinted Mercedes was already waiting. The driver gets out to open up the door quickly for them, and Eddie's unsurprised. Who wanted to be the personal driver for their literal CEO? He thanks the man gently, not wanting the guy to feel too pressured, and winds up in the backseat with Richie.)
Just give him your address, Rich.