[Richie's hands shake as he takes the water back up again and sips at it some more. It really isn't something he wants to do, and it burns all the way down against his throat that had been rubbed raw from purging.]
Still...
[That's all that Richie can offer him too. It was his fault, he was in charge of his own choices, and his own shitty life. The nausea was still gripping at his stomach but he didn't have anything left to give. Nothing else in his stomach to evacuate.]
This isn't how- Look, I get it if you want to go. You can just go. It's fine, really.
[It sounds a little rehearsed because it is, but he also doesn't want Eddie to see him like this and the towel well it makes him feel a lot better and he comfortably sighs whenever Eddie applies any sort of pressure there at all.]
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Still...
[That's all that Richie can offer him too. It was his fault, he was in charge of his own choices, and his own shitty life. The nausea was still gripping at his stomach but he didn't have anything left to give. Nothing else in his stomach to evacuate.]
This isn't how- Look, I get it if you want to go. You can just go. It's fine, really.
[It sounds a little rehearsed because it is, but he also doesn't want Eddie to see him like this and the towel well it makes him feel a lot better and he comfortably sighs whenever Eddie applies any sort of pressure there at all.]