They're big. I mean really wide.

(Eddie measures them out with his hands before giving a shrug. Eddie slides his shirt off shortly after, dropping it onto the bathroom floor.)

It makes my head scramble. (Eddie stands up and moves over to Richie. He rests a hand against one of said shoulders for balance while he shimmies out of Richie's sweats he had on. It didn't take much to get them to drop off his hips and onto the floor. He wasn't wearing anything beneath. He steps out and bends down to kiss Richie on top of the head.)

I always liked that you were bigger than me. You just like transformed into a different kind of bigger. It's just like- I don't know. Super masculine? (That was Eddie's somewhat elegant way of putting an emphasis on how gay he actually was. He didn't just like men, but he liked the masculinity of men. He sits himself naked on the edge of the tub next to Richie, sliding his hand from his shoulder down to his bicep, smiling slightly.)

Besides. It's normal to like certain features on the person you're sleeping with, I think. Right?