( Sometimes, occasionally, Eddie goes out to their hideout alone. It's not because he doesn't want to be around Richie, far from it, but the reality is they can't spend their days attached at the hip. ( Lord knows they try ) Sometimes, occasionally, Richie wants to explore or Eddie needs to take a breather, or they just want to do different things at different times. Not often, but it happens.
Today, Eddie wants to sit in the hammock and read a comic. He's got a few wedged under his arm and he's picked through the domes carefully, both (rightfully) worried about getting lost and (less realistically) worried about someone following him to their hideout. It's theirs, RichieandEddie's, and he's just protective of that. He's mostly distracted by all of that, and that's why he's a little distracted as he gets to the dome.
Not a lot, just enough that he doesn't hear an unpleasantly familiar wheezing sound until he's already inside. )
Jesus Christ!
( The comics drop. Eddie rushes over quickly, right up until he's a foot away from Richie's side. Maybe less. He can't look at the mess of red all over his arm, so instead Eddie just stares at his face. )
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Today, Eddie wants to sit in the hammock and read a comic. He's got a few wedged under his arm and he's picked through the domes carefully, both (rightfully) worried about getting lost and (less realistically) worried about someone following him to their hideout. It's theirs, RichieandEddie's, and he's just protective of that. He's mostly distracted by all of that, and that's why he's a little distracted as he gets to the dome.
Not a lot, just enough that he doesn't hear an unpleasantly familiar wheezing sound until he's already inside. )
Jesus Christ!
( The comics drop. Eddie rushes over quickly, right up until he's a foot away from Richie's side. Maybe less. He can't look at the mess of red all over his arm, so instead Eddie just stares at his face. )
Richie? Shit, it's– what happened? Richie?