[He can tell what Eddie's doing, the way he's talking to keep Richie calm, and hurrying to get back in his sight, and it's that obvious consideration that moves him and grounds him more than anything else. Eddie won't leave him. He just wouldn't.
Richie sort of absently grabs loosely at what he can easily reach of Eddie as soon as he's back in front of him- which happens to be the hem of his shorts- even though the movement jolts up his arm.
He blinks slowly at Eddie at first, not fully grasping what's happening, and then laughing when it does. Is it normal to laugh when you can feel blood dripping slickly down to your wrist?]
It's alright Kasprak, I understand if you're struggling to not put the moves on me in this charming state.
[He puts Eddie out of his misery though, and removes the shirt as carefully as he can, biting down noises as he pulls fabric away from where it's stuck to his skin.]
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[He can tell what Eddie's doing, the way he's talking to keep Richie calm, and hurrying to get back in his sight, and it's that obvious consideration that moves him and grounds him more than anything else. Eddie won't leave him. He just wouldn't.
Richie sort of absently grabs loosely at what he can easily reach of Eddie as soon as he's back in front of him- which happens to be the hem of his shorts- even though the movement jolts up his arm.
He blinks slowly at Eddie at first, not fully grasping what's happening, and then laughing when it does. Is it normal to laugh when you can feel blood dripping slickly down to your wrist?]
It's alright Kasprak, I understand if you're struggling to not put the moves on me in this charming state.
[He puts Eddie out of his misery though, and removes the shirt as carefully as he can, biting down noises as he pulls fabric away from where it's stuck to his skin.]