You thought you were smooth? (Eddie's only teasing Richie, and as much is evident by the smile on his face. The only real problem was that he didn't feel too convinced given everything that had been happening lately. If he were more sober he'd press about what kept Richie from coming to him after moments.
It's all Eddie had ever wanted too, and because of that he felt more sensitive to the situation. He ran fast and loose in this city as he tried to catch up on decades of inexperience and sex-anxiety. He was half convinced that Richie was settling for him too, and Eddie didn't want that both for the sake of his own heart and Richie's. Eddie was trying to move on, trying to let go of something he was convinced didn't really exist. Mostly to keep their friendship safe.
Eddie knew that the longer they stayed here, the more jealous he'd become, the more insecure, and what happened when Richie found someone.
He smiles at Richie, softer, shyer. It was one of those moments where he felt Richie was being sincere, felt like there was something special between them. He was glad to know it hadn't just been him. They would have dated if they had just been given the time, and Eddie knew that was true. Knew that there was enough of something between them that it would have been inevitable.
But that had been thirty years ago. He wasn't so sure that carried over to now - at least for Richie. Eddie laughs quietly, looking down at himself before over at Richie.)
Ah yes. Cute. The word every near forty year old wants to hear. (It wasn't a complete rejection of the compliment, necessarily. It was more of a casual acceptance. "Cute" was probably the only word he'd ever really been given, and it was one of those things where sometimes it felt patronizing and other times it was sweet to hear. He doesn't know what Richie meant when Richie gestures him at first. He is about to sink back down when Richie gives him this look and Eddie is already melting long before Richie kisses him.
He forgets whatever insecurity had begun to nibble at him, and instead wraps his arms around Richieβs neck, kissing him back, his mouth curved up at the corners. It suddenly made Richie struggling along with this whole thing seem more endearing than frustrating. Eddie winds up straddled on his lap, though it is more for comfort than to start anything, and he uses it to indulge in the kiss.)
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It's all Eddie had ever wanted too, and because of that he felt more sensitive to the situation. He ran fast and loose in this city as he tried to catch up on decades of inexperience and sex-anxiety. He was half convinced that Richie was settling for him too, and Eddie didn't want that both for the sake of his own heart and Richie's. Eddie was trying to move on, trying to let go of something he was convinced didn't really exist. Mostly to keep their friendship safe.
Eddie knew that the longer they stayed here, the more jealous he'd become, the more insecure, and what happened when Richie found someone.
He smiles at Richie, softer, shyer. It was one of those moments where he felt Richie was being sincere, felt like there was something special between them. He was glad to know it hadn't just been him. They would have dated if they had just been given the time, and Eddie knew that was true. Knew that there was enough of something between them that it would have been inevitable.
But that had been thirty years ago. He wasn't so sure that carried over to now - at least for Richie. Eddie laughs quietly, looking down at himself before over at Richie.)
Ah yes. Cute. The word every near forty year old wants to hear. (It wasn't a complete rejection of the compliment, necessarily. It was more of a casual acceptance. "Cute" was probably the only word he'd ever really been given, and it was one of those things where sometimes it felt patronizing and other times it was sweet to hear. He doesn't know what Richie meant when Richie gestures him at first. He is about to sink back down when Richie gives him this look and Eddie is already melting long before Richie kisses him.
He forgets whatever insecurity had begun to nibble at him, and instead wraps his arms around Richieβs neck, kissing him back, his mouth curved up at the corners. It suddenly made Richie struggling along with this whole thing seem more endearing than frustrating. Eddie winds up straddled on his lap, though it is more for comfort than to start anything, and he uses it to indulge in the kiss.)