(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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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.