( he wonders how long richie has known, but you can't ask people questions like that. it's invasive, personal, and richie doesn't owe him shit in the way of answers. but he wants to know all the same. he wants to know when he knew, how he knew, if he ever felt like there was something black and toxic inside of himself that would surely ruin everyone it came into contact with if eddie ever let it out–
there's a reason he can't ask more questions, and it's this. eddie doesn't know how much he'll say, if he starts talking. he's not ready for that. ) You're mine too. Best friend, I mean. Obviously. Don't tell the others, they'll be so mad.
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( he wonders how long richie has known, but you can't ask people questions like that. it's invasive, personal, and richie doesn't owe him shit in the way of answers. but he wants to know all the same. he wants to know when he knew, how he knew, if he ever felt like there was something black and toxic inside of himself that would surely ruin everyone it came into contact with if eddie ever let it out–
there's a reason he can't ask more questions, and it's this. eddie doesn't know how much he'll say, if he starts talking. he's not ready for that. ) You're mine too. Best friend, I mean. Obviously. Don't tell the others, they'll be so mad.