(It always came back to each other. Always came back to Richie Tozier. He was soulmates with all of the Losers in a platonic sense, but with Richie it was another level altogether. He had died for this man. Would again. It really was telling that they got their second chance here.

Eddie settles back, and some odd tension breaks off that he hadn't even realized he'd been carrying with him.)

Okay, yeah. (Eddie smiles with some shyness. He really never had any sort of relationship like this before, and he sure as hell hadn't lived in Sex City - and shit, neither had Richie. He rests his hands against his chest, feeling warmer, better somehow than even a few seconds ago.)

You're right. Sorry. I just want to be - (He hesitates, looking at Richie, looking for the right words.)

Good. For you. For...us. (The fabled "us" Richie had mentioned before.) I guess I'm still trying to figure out how the sex part factors into that.

(Maybe it was okay to be a little honest, right? He wanted it to be clear that he saw this relationship as special. Like it was worth working on, and something he didn't see casually.)

I'm pretty sure you've fucked me properly before, dude. I have very distinct memories of a proper fucking. (That one went over his head a bit because yeah, oops, he thought Richie just meant it in the most basic sense.)

And because I'm drunk and begged you.