(Eddie had gotten used to indulging in his sense of fashion when he finally had the money to later in his life. It was the only luxury he had ever really allowed himself beyond driving for a living. He'd always been vain though. Eddie had no intention of drawing any sort of lewd attention to himself - he really just liked clothes. That and he had always gone a little extra around Richie.
It was still an adjustment to actually see Richie, he realized, staring up at him openly. Dinner at the Jade had been a whole lot of him struggling to look anywhere but Richie, and then...
But now that things weren't so chaotic, and now that they were actually properly alone, Eddie let himself stare.)
Jesus, hold on a second.
(Eddie stops Richie with a hand on his wrist, and he steps around to look him square on.)
You tell me, bud. You're closer to the clouds here. (Bad height joke, but Eddie just looked and looked and soaked it up. He realized after a second that that's what he had been trying desperately to do when he had died. He'd called Richie over to make sure that was the last thing he had seen, and even then, he had only just barely made him out in the dark of Its lair. Without thinking, his hand goes to rest against Richie's cheek, and he's trying to remember if Richie had been resting his hand on his cheek when he died or if it had been the other way around. His thumb idly strokes over Richie's cheek bone, and he wouldn't be so open normally, really, but it was hitting hard that the last time they had really seen each other...
Fuck. Eddie felt a bit weak in the knees, and then he was reaching up to wrap his arms around Richie tightly.)
I really am glad you're here, Rich. Jesus. You've grown up so much. (Eddie withdraws from the embrace almost as quickly as he had initiated, his face a bit pink, and really, it was all Derry-bred training. They were still in public after all. Sex city or not didn't matter. He felt a bit fidgety now that he realized how open he had been, and he gives a quick glance around, almost like he was anticipating Bowers' ghost to pop up and shank them for having the nerve to express some basic affection in public lik that.)
eddie really just goes from 0 to 100 like that
It was still an adjustment to actually see Richie, he realized, staring up at him openly. Dinner at the Jade had been a whole lot of him struggling to look anywhere but Richie, and then...
But now that things weren't so chaotic, and now that they were actually properly alone, Eddie let himself stare.)
Jesus, hold on a second.
(Eddie stops Richie with a hand on his wrist, and he steps around to look him square on.)
You tell me, bud. You're closer to the clouds here. (Bad height joke, but Eddie just looked and looked and soaked it up. He realized after a second that that's what he had been trying desperately to do when he had died. He'd called Richie over to make sure that was the last thing he had seen, and even then, he had only just barely made him out in the dark of Its lair. Without thinking, his hand goes to rest against Richie's cheek, and he's trying to remember if Richie had been resting his hand on his cheek when he died or if it had been the other way around. His thumb idly strokes over Richie's cheek bone, and he wouldn't be so open normally, really, but it was hitting hard that the last time they had really seen each other...
Fuck. Eddie felt a bit weak in the knees, and then he was reaching up to wrap his arms around Richie tightly.)
I really am glad you're here, Rich. Jesus. You've grown up so much. (Eddie withdraws from the embrace almost as quickly as he had initiated, his face a bit pink, and really, it was all Derry-bred training. They were still in public after all. Sex city or not didn't matter. He felt a bit fidgety now that he realized how open he had been, and he gives a quick glance around, almost like he was anticipating Bowers' ghost to pop up and shank them for having the nerve to express some basic affection in public lik that.)
Sorry. I just realized...Sorry.