Yeah, and now I do everything but the kitchen sink. What's your point?
[Richie doesn't mean it to be rude, his tone is gentle, but even as a kid- he'd had friends, he'd had people he could count on and whatever feeling he was chasing, he hadn't known it'd been missing until Eddie walked through the door.
No, he didn't do heroin. Or Meth. Or anything harder than some E-tabs and Coke but that was enough and most nights passing out black was preferable to being alone all night with himself.
He's looking down, meeting the screen halfway and it's clear that while he wants to be present for the conversation he's on the road to falling asleep.]
I think you want me to be wrong, Eddie. Because you've always been so- for me you were.
[Richie joined to halves of two sentences he'd half-said in his head and sure, it made sense to him. It would. Eddie had so much power over him when he was a kid, sometimes it felt like Eddie was the one commanding the whole situation. Sometimes it was.
Riche doesn't think too hard about it, because when he tries to he gets nervous, jittery, and he doesn't want to be that. So, against his word, he does fall asleep. He's not on top of Eddie, no, but his cheek is on his shoulder. Should he decide to occupy his bed he'll find the room unreasonably clean. The bed made, and no paraphernalia insight. His bathroom is just as clean. It's clear that despite his outward appearance some things remained true of him. Inordinately neat despite the messy attitude.]
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[Richie doesn't mean it to be rude, his tone is gentle, but even as a kid- he'd had friends, he'd had people he could count on and whatever feeling he was chasing, he hadn't known it'd been missing until Eddie walked through the door.
No, he didn't do heroin. Or Meth. Or anything harder than some E-tabs and Coke but that was enough and most nights passing out black was preferable to being alone all night with himself.
He's looking down, meeting the screen halfway and it's clear that while he wants to be present for the conversation he's on the road to falling asleep.]
I think you want me to be wrong, Eddie. Because you've always been so- for me you were.
[Richie joined to halves of two sentences he'd half-said in his head and sure, it made sense to him. It would. Eddie had so much power over him when he was a kid, sometimes it felt like Eddie was the one commanding the whole situation. Sometimes it was.
Riche doesn't think too hard about it, because when he tries to he gets nervous, jittery, and he doesn't want to be that. So, against his word, he does fall asleep. He's not on top of Eddie, no, but his cheek is on his shoulder. Should he decide to occupy his bed he'll find the room unreasonably clean. The bed made, and no paraphernalia insight. His bathroom is just as clean. It's clear that despite his outward appearance some things remained true of him. Inordinately neat despite the messy attitude.]