(Okay that wasn't an ideal waking up sound. He quickly sets aside the eggs and flicks off the stove and walks after the sound of Richie. When he reaches the bathroom he's not shocked by what he finds and he instantly grimaces and vanishes. He's back a second later with the glass of water he'd left by Richie's bedside and he sets it on the bathroom counter before kneeling down next to Richie.)
Jesus, dude. (Said softly, but he's rubbing a hand over Richie's back all the same. It's not like there was anything that could be done. Richie had to let it out.)
It's okay. Shh. (He can see those white knuckles and he leans over to kiss the back of Richie's head quickly. He gets back up and fetches a washcloth to run under the sink for a second. He's back down next to Richie and puts the towel against the back of his neck.)
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(Okay that wasn't an ideal waking up sound. He quickly sets aside the eggs and flicks off the stove and walks after the sound of Richie. When he reaches the bathroom he's not shocked by what he finds and he instantly grimaces and vanishes. He's back a second later with the glass of water he'd left by Richie's bedside and he sets it on the bathroom counter before kneeling down next to Richie.)
Jesus, dude. (Said softly, but he's rubbing a hand over Richie's back all the same. It's not like there was anything that could be done. Richie had to let it out.)
It's okay. Shh. (He can see those white knuckles and he leans over to kiss the back of Richie's head quickly. He gets back up and fetches a washcloth to run under the sink for a second. He's back down next to Richie and puts the towel against the back of his neck.)