[Mrs. K was out of the picture and now it was just him and Eddie, the way he'd always wanted it. Maybe not in the circumstances that they'd gotten together in, but the two of them all the same. The way he always thought they'd be.]
Yeah, I know. I guess I'm not as smooth as I like to think I am.
[Not even a little bit, he was a bundle of nerves around Eddie. Always concerned that he might misstep or that if things were less than perfect that they'd fall apart. It was a fragile and rare thing that had to be treated with care, not because of Eddie, but because it's all that he ever wanted.]
I haven't really been looking. [It takes Richie a moment for him to realize that Eddie was referencing the other losers, and he clicks his jaw shut before he says anything else he might regret. Him not having a vested interest in anyone else where they were now wasn't a good thing for either of them but those feelings can't be helped.] Oh, yeah, no Bill was a brother and the others were, well... Stanley was my best friend, kind of y'know, my very real Jiminy Cricket. I never looked at any of them the way I looked at you.
[And they were always looking at each other, stealing glances over the tops or the backs of their school books. Trading longing looks in the barrens and at the quarry. His entire life could be concentrated into a series of desperate looks toward Eddie, and wordless pleas.]
You grew up like I thought you would. Cute. Better with time, like some aged scotch or wine. I loved you as a kid, I mean, but now - you're really... just- [Richie holds a hand out, trying to explain just how attractive he was from the muscular tone to his thighs, his bubble-but, his torso, and legs but the words fail him. He smiles, sweetly, something proud in the way he dips his eyes down though barely able to see and leans in to aim a gentle kiss to Eddie's mouth. Actions spoke louder, after all.]
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Yeah, I know. I guess I'm not as smooth as I like to think I am.
[Not even a little bit, he was a bundle of nerves around Eddie. Always concerned that he might misstep or that if things were less than perfect that they'd fall apart. It was a fragile and rare thing that had to be treated with care, not because of Eddie, but because it's all that he ever wanted.]
I haven't really been looking. [It takes Richie a moment for him to realize that Eddie was referencing the other losers, and he clicks his jaw shut before he says anything else he might regret. Him not having a vested interest in anyone else where they were now wasn't a good thing for either of them but those feelings can't be helped.] Oh, yeah, no Bill was a brother and the others were, well... Stanley was my best friend, kind of y'know, my very real Jiminy Cricket. I never looked at any of them the way I looked at you.
[And they were always looking at each other, stealing glances over the tops or the backs of their school books. Trading longing looks in the barrens and at the quarry. His entire life could be concentrated into a series of desperate looks toward Eddie, and wordless pleas.]
You grew up like I thought you would. Cute. Better with time, like some aged scotch or wine. I loved you as a kid, I mean, but now - you're really... just- [Richie holds a hand out, trying to explain just how attractive he was from the muscular tone to his thighs, his bubble-but, his torso, and legs but the words fail him. He smiles, sweetly, something proud in the way he dips his eyes down though barely able to see and leans in to aim a gentle kiss to Eddie's mouth. Actions spoke louder, after all.]