Yeah, well, you already used me so now you can't return me.
[Richie might as well be miming his younger self tonight. He's a pile of goo in the tub across from Eddie, lulled into absolute bliss from the warm water and their kiss from earlier.]
You've been bratty every single day of your life, whoever told you that you and never bratty all existed in the same sentence was a liar.
[The joking is easy, the discussion about the semantics of sex? Not so much. Richie leans forward and meets Eddie's nervous look with a slightly uncomfortable look of his own. Talking feelings wasn't ever his strong suit.]
Yeah, I want to. I didn't feel pressured, dude, it's just- I didn't want to mess anything up.
[That's what he did, after all. That was his place in the losers club as the loveable fuck up. All he was good for was some well-timed jokes and not knowing when to quit.]
I'll be honest. Control's a myth, but I like you - I mean, even when you're high strung and freaking out. So, you don't have to water yourself down around me. I like my Eddie pure and unfiltered.
Is that the policy? Well, thank goodness I didn't have plans to replace you anytime soon.
(Eddie was full-on smirking between Richie's joke at himself and then Richie's joke about him being bratty.)
I said that. Guess I'm the liar. (Which he was fine with. His eyes were sparkling a little, but there's a shift to serious and he frowns at Richie.)
You're not gonna mess anything up. If anything I feel like I'm the one who's probably gonna fuck us over. You're like. Significantly more mature about this place than I am.
(Eddie's been having tantrums and meltdowns every other day it felt like. Even if he didn't project all of them all the time.)
I like you too, Richie. The real deal. Trashmouth and all. You're pretty much it for me.
[Richie mirrors Eddie's smile, tempted to lean in and kiss him. That urge gets replaced with the shift in conversation, and instead of doing that he reaches forward and loops his fingers into Eddie's.]
I'm pretty sure that's the only time anyone's ever said that I'm mature.
And you're my spaghetti head. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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[Richie might as well be miming his younger self tonight. He's a pile of goo in the tub across from Eddie, lulled into absolute bliss from the warm water and their kiss from earlier.]
You've been bratty every single day of your life, whoever told you that you and never bratty all existed in the same sentence was a liar.
[The joking is easy, the discussion about the semantics of sex? Not so much. Richie leans forward and meets Eddie's nervous look with a slightly uncomfortable look of his own. Talking feelings wasn't ever his strong suit.]
Yeah, I want to. I didn't feel pressured, dude, it's just- I didn't want to mess anything up.
[That's what he did, after all. That was his place in the losers club as the loveable fuck up. All he was good for was some well-timed jokes and not knowing when to quit.]
I'll be honest. Control's a myth, but I like you - I mean, even when you're high strung and freaking out. So, you don't have to water yourself down around me. I like my Eddie pure and unfiltered.
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(Eddie was full-on smirking between Richie's joke at himself and then Richie's joke about him being bratty.)
I said that. Guess I'm the liar. (Which he was fine with. His eyes were sparkling a little, but there's a shift to serious and he frowns at Richie.)
You're not gonna mess anything up. If anything I feel like I'm the one who's probably gonna fuck us over. You're like. Significantly more mature about this place than I am.
(Eddie's been having tantrums and meltdowns every other day it felt like. Even if he didn't project all of them all the time.)
I like you too, Richie. The real deal. Trashmouth and all. You're pretty much it for me.
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[Richie mirrors Eddie's smile, tempted to lean in and kiss him. That urge gets replaced with the shift in conversation, and instead of doing that he reaches forward and loops his fingers into Eddie's.]
I'm pretty sure that's the only time anyone's ever said that I'm mature.
And you're my spaghetti head. I wouldn't have it any other way.