[It's definitely stupid, Richie knows it is, but he can't help but feel a pinprick of pride at the fact that he did the right thing. Hearing Eddie say he did a great job would be a lot nicer if he wasn't bleeding everywhere, obviously.
He tenses up entirely out of reflex when Eddie's hand nears him, already anticipating the sting of pain that's sure to follow when he has to peel his shirt away from the skin, but Richie tries to force himself to relax. To slow his noisy, wheezing gulps of air.]
Okay. Alright, yeah. [And then, as an afterthought, like he can't possibly let the fucking chance slip by:] That's what your mom said.
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He tenses up entirely out of reflex when Eddie's hand nears him, already anticipating the sting of pain that's sure to follow when he has to peel his shirt away from the skin, but Richie tries to force himself to relax. To slow his noisy, wheezing gulps of air.]
Okay. Alright, yeah. [And then, as an afterthought, like he can't possibly let the fucking chance slip by:] That's what your mom said.