(Eddie was starved for some sense of normalcy in their intimate life. He was hyperaware of the fact that they hadn't come together organically yet, and he felt worn thin by the fact that he'd been leading them through the motions again and again. Even tonight he'd felt that deep longing for Richie, and he wanted him even now, but the booze was working against his libido and mostly he just felt like curling up with Richie more than trying to properly seduce him again.
He laughs loudly, the noise bouncing off the ceramic bathroom tiles, and it almost sounds identical to how he used to laugh. He doesn't even know the last time anyone had ever made him laugh like this. Actually, no, that wasn't true at all. Even with amnesia Eddie had known the last time he laughed properly had been when he was a teenager even if he couldn't quite remember what had made him crack up. Now he knew.)
I hope. Sorry, momma. (Not remotely sorry. With everything, his mother had put him through. Eddie laughs again, and it's a softer, more broken sound that half sounds like a sob. He turns to press his face back against Richie's shoulder, sniffling quietly. He wasn't crying, but he was - emotional.) Who knows, right? We already defied logic and reality once. Maybe we'll catch a second break and get to see the look on her face over that.
(Wishful thinking, but Eddie had come back from the dead with his arm in tact so hey. Not completely outrageous.
Eddie's quiet, fascinated, and his poor drunken mind was trying to figure out what Richie was saying. He knew it was important, and that it was telling, but he was too sluggish. He blinks, tipping his head back to look at Richie. It had always been Richie for him too. He had never actually developed feelings for anyone else besides Richie. Duplicity had been the first time he had tried to entertain the idea, but only because he felt like he should. Like he needed to try and let go of Richie if only for Richie's sake. Shouldn't Richie be allowed to be happy? Even if it wasn't with Eddie?
God knows Eddie wasn't mature or strong enough to really think about that directly. He'd sob and throw a cosmic fit from jealousy, but that was why he was trying. If I can walk away from this then maybe...
The only problem was that he knew he never could walk away from Richie. No matter who he met or where he tried to distract his attraction and attention. Even the men he'd met in this city paled in comparison, and Eddie found himself constantly comparing them to Richie. Richie who was just the golden standard. The Ideal Man. The perfect-everything in Eddie's mind.
But Eddie had thoroughly convinced himself it was completely one-sided. And it's that conviction that leaves him staring at Richie now, because he wasn't sure what Richie meant by us and 'making them happen.'
Eddie smiles hesitantly after a second, and nudges Richie gently.)
No offense but I'm pretty sure the only reason we're even here right now is 'cause I've been pawing at you since we arrived.
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He laughs loudly, the noise bouncing off the ceramic bathroom tiles, and it almost sounds identical to how he used to laugh. He doesn't even know the last time anyone had ever made him laugh like this. Actually, no, that wasn't true at all. Even with amnesia Eddie had known the last time he laughed properly had been when he was a teenager even if he couldn't quite remember what had made him crack up. Now he knew.)
I hope. Sorry, momma. (Not remotely sorry. With everything, his mother had put him through. Eddie laughs again, and it's a softer, more broken sound that half sounds like a sob. He turns to press his face back against Richie's shoulder, sniffling quietly. He wasn't crying, but he was - emotional.) Who knows, right? We already defied logic and reality once. Maybe we'll catch a second break and get to see the look on her face over that.
(Wishful thinking, but Eddie had come back from the dead with his arm in tact so hey. Not completely outrageous.
Eddie's quiet, fascinated, and his poor drunken mind was trying to figure out what Richie was saying. He knew it was important, and that it was telling, but he was too sluggish. He blinks, tipping his head back to look at Richie. It had always been Richie for him too. He had never actually developed feelings for anyone else besides Richie. Duplicity had been the first time he had tried to entertain the idea, but only because he felt like he should. Like he needed to try and let go of Richie if only for Richie's sake. Shouldn't Richie be allowed to be happy? Even if it wasn't with Eddie?
God knows Eddie wasn't mature or strong enough to really think about that directly. He'd sob and throw a cosmic fit from jealousy, but that was why he was trying. If I can walk away from this then maybe...
The only problem was that he knew he never could walk away from Richie. No matter who he met or where he tried to distract his attraction and attention. Even the men he'd met in this city paled in comparison, and Eddie found himself constantly comparing them to Richie. Richie who was just the golden standard. The Ideal Man. The perfect-everything in Eddie's mind.
But Eddie had thoroughly convinced himself it was completely one-sided. And it's that conviction that leaves him staring at Richie now, because he wasn't sure what Richie meant by us and 'making them happen.'
Eddie smiles hesitantly after a second, and nudges Richie gently.)
No offense but I'm pretty sure the only reason we're even here right now is 'cause I've been pawing at you since we arrived.