It sounds like our side of the coin had a bit more time to catch up. We talked for a long time. We talked about why none of us had kids- stuff like that.
(Granted there had been the similar interruption of demon fortune cookies, but it had just been one thing on the list. Eddie hadn't been a fan discussing children either, and he had been bitchy and snappy that entire conversation. Eddie hadn't been thrilled about spousal discussion himself. He hated to bring up Myra in front of the others. It had felt like admitting defeat, and he hadn't been able to look at Richie while he did it.)
How do you figure they're yours? You don't feel different.
(Eddie's brow's furrowed, but gradually it smoothes out. He rests forward and cups his face with both of his hands.)
I think you're right, actually. (He had been pretty upset about the differences originally. Confused, conflicted, wondering what had happened that made everything so weird.) It's not like we're there anymore. And it's not like we can turn back time. There's only what's left in front of us.
(He wasn't even trying to be sentimental. It was just true. They were the only ones in the city, and Eddie had died. Even if they were thrown back into their world, there was nothing there for him anymore except the ground he'd rot on. He doesn't say as much to Richie, but it's there in the air.)
This is my only future now anyway. (Because it was. He looks at Richie, his gray eyes dark but certain.) So...Fuck it, right? I have you.
(Which is the only thing Eddie's ever really cared about to begin with. He lets Richie order, smiling against the edge of his hand. The smile only grows.)
I...am an innocent man, Richard. I've only got pure intentions.
[Kids. Jesus. Richie never even considered having a family, not after life in Derry. He didn't feel fit to be responsible for a tiny human being when he could barely take care of himself.]
You don't feel different either.
[It was appearances, a hardened man versus one a whole lot closer to what Richie would've pictured in his head. Life hadn't been kind to either of them so it's no small wonder why things had gone the way that they had. Sometimes Richie feels twice his age.]
Yeah, just me and you. Like old times.
[Except this time they didn't have haul ass to try and keep up with Bill's lady bike or fight any malevolent entities that wanted to rip them apart.] You're a bad liar is what you are. I know better. [Richie instigated his fair share of fights, and if he wasn't pinching Eddie's cheeks and calling him cute for the whole world to hear he was pinning him down and tickling his knees. Telling the rest of the losers about how Eddie stole sugar. Sweet little Eddie, who he knew was always quietly paying attention.]
(Eddie had just never liked the idea of kids. They were loud, sticky, prone to illness. He didn't have the patience or the interest. Plus, being from the 50s and being the way he was? He didn't think men like him could even have kids. It had never been a dream of his, and in many ways, he had been painfully relieved that he was possibly infertile and that Myra had never been able to take. Lord knows he would have hated himself so much more if she had ever gotten knocked up. A wife was a shackle, but children would have been an entire cage.
Eddie smiles back at Richie, his eyes brighter than before. He was relieved, and a part of him wanted to reach out to Richie and just cling to him. He was still feeling a little emotional about dying, maybe, but he didn't want to lose sight of Richie anytime soon.)
Except now we have bad joints.
(A little sad, but better them together than not at all.
He bats his eyes doefully at Richie, doing his very best impersonation of Bambi. Not that he had to try too hard. He had always had one of those faces.)
I've never lied a day in my life. (Offended by the very idea. Only he's grinning a moment later and gently poking Richie in the side just under the table.)
I'm a great liar. You just always know what to look for. (Eddie wasn't a good liar at all. Richie was completely right. Eddie showed too much of his heart at all times. But sometimes he liked to try. He had gotten decent about it with his mother at least, and that had always been the most important lie. His joking fades as he looks at Richie, his expression suddenly tight and serious.)
[Richie's head waivers on his neck, he might as well have scoliosis thanks to never growing into his body. He always felt like he should be smaller somehow, more compact, but the gangly days were long behind him and so was a lot of the puberty-based clumsiness.]
You wish. You lied more than I did. [Back in Derry especially, of course, Richie never faulted him for it. He would've done anything to get away from that helicopter mom too. Sonia took hovering parent to bold new levels and it was dark but he's glad that she died. Richie jabs Eddie with his elbow lightly on his way to get a drink, and it's purposeful enough that it gets his message out loud and clear.] Of course. I promise you we'll make this work. No matter what it takes.
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(Granted there had been the similar interruption of demon fortune cookies, but it had just been one thing on the list. Eddie hadn't been a fan discussing children either, and he had been bitchy and snappy that entire conversation. Eddie hadn't been thrilled about spousal discussion himself. He hated to bring up Myra in front of the others. It had felt like admitting defeat, and he hadn't been able to look at Richie while he did it.)
How do you figure they're yours? You don't feel different.
(Eddie's brow's furrowed, but gradually it smoothes out. He rests forward and cups his face with both of his hands.)
I think you're right, actually. (He had been pretty upset about the differences originally. Confused, conflicted, wondering what had happened that made everything so weird.) It's not like we're there anymore. And it's not like we can turn back time. There's only what's left in front of us.
(He wasn't even trying to be sentimental. It was just true. They were the only ones in the city, and Eddie had died. Even if they were thrown back into their world, there was nothing there for him anymore except the ground he'd rot on. He doesn't say as much to Richie, but it's there in the air.)
This is my only future now anyway. (Because it was. He looks at Richie, his gray eyes dark but certain.) So...Fuck it, right? I have you.
(Which is the only thing Eddie's ever really cared about to begin with. He lets Richie order, smiling against the edge of his hand. The smile only grows.)
I...am an innocent man, Richard. I've only got pure intentions.
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You don't feel different either.
[It was appearances, a hardened man versus one a whole lot closer to what Richie would've pictured in his head. Life hadn't been kind to either of them so it's no small wonder why things had gone the way that they had. Sometimes Richie feels twice his age.]
Yeah, just me and you. Like old times.
[Except this time they didn't have haul ass to try and keep up with Bill's lady bike or fight any malevolent entities that wanted to rip them apart.] You're a bad liar is what you are. I know better. [Richie instigated his fair share of fights, and if he wasn't pinching Eddie's cheeks and calling him cute for the whole world to hear he was pinning him down and tickling his knees. Telling the rest of the losers about how Eddie stole sugar. Sweet little Eddie, who he knew was always quietly paying attention.]
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Eddie smiles back at Richie, his eyes brighter than before. He was relieved, and a part of him wanted to reach out to Richie and just cling to him. He was still feeling a little emotional about dying, maybe, but he didn't want to lose sight of Richie anytime soon.)
Except now we have bad joints.
(A little sad, but better them together than not at all.
He bats his eyes doefully at Richie, doing his very best impersonation of Bambi. Not that he had to try too hard. He had always had one of those faces.)
I've never lied a day in my life. (Offended by the very idea. Only he's grinning a moment later and gently poking Richie in the side just under the table.)
I'm a great liar. You just always know what to look for. (Eddie wasn't a good liar at all. Richie was completely right. Eddie showed too much of his heart at all times. But sometimes he liked to try. He had gotten decent about it with his mother at least, and that had always been the most important lie. His joking fades as he looks at Richie, his expression suddenly tight and serious.)
We'll be okay, right? In this place?
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[Richie's head waivers on his neck, he might as well have scoliosis thanks to never growing into his body. He always felt like he should be smaller somehow, more compact, but the gangly days were long behind him and so was a lot of the puberty-based clumsiness.]
You wish. You lied more than I did. [Back in Derry especially, of course, Richie never faulted him for it. He would've done anything to get away from that helicopter mom too. Sonia took hovering parent to bold new levels and it was dark but he's glad that she died. Richie jabs Eddie with his elbow lightly on his way to get a drink, and it's purposeful enough that it gets his message out loud and clear.] Of course. I promise you we'll make this work. No matter what it takes.