[Eddie won't have to wait long- as soon as Eddie tells him to slow his breathing, it becomes easier for Richie to focus on just that.
It still does nothing to disguise the low, hurt whining noise he makes when Eddie peels the shirt back, but it does give Richie something else to think about when the action hurts as much as he suspected it would. He watches the blood drain from Eddie's face, and despite everything, Richie laughs.]
What? You don't think [slow breaths-] it's gonna make a cool scar?
[He squeezes down tight, just like Eddie tells him too, and now the tears in his eyes track down Richie's cheeks. It's kind of mortifying, the number of times he's cried in front of Eddie since arriving here.]
Yup. Got it. Aye aye. Si. [His voice is thin and obviously pained, but at least his breathing seems to be successfully slowing.]
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It still does nothing to disguise the low, hurt whining noise he makes when Eddie peels the shirt back, but it does give Richie something else to think about when the action hurts as much as he suspected it would. He watches the blood drain from Eddie's face, and despite everything, Richie laughs.]
What? You don't think [slow breaths-] it's gonna make a cool scar?
[He squeezes down tight, just like Eddie tells him too, and now the tears in his eyes track down Richie's cheeks. It's kind of mortifying, the number of times he's cried in front of Eddie since arriving here.]
Yup. Got it. Aye aye. Si. [His voice is thin and obviously pained, but at least his breathing seems to be successfully slowing.]