( Eddie has lost count of the amount of times that he's said something to that effect to Richie. 'That's so stupid', or 'you're so stupid', or 'you're being stupid' – and always with this annoyingly fond slant to the words. As if he's really saying the opposite.
This time is no different, really. It's just as fond as ever, just a hell of a lot gentler than Eddie normally manages. There's so many more sharp corners and barbed edges to Eddie's words than he wants – most of all when it comes to Richie – it's a wonder anyone sees anything beyond that. And beyond all expectations, it's Richie who sees it. Sees him. )
I'll always help. No matter what.
( It's entirely plausible that Eddie stopped breathing at some point. Probably right around when Richie's hand met his cheek, and he's probably just passed out by now. Maybe it's that crazy notion that this is some nonsense dream that makes him move, or maybe it's just been left simmering for far too long. Maybe it's the adrenaline and fear of losing Richie finally making itself known – but Eddie doesn't barf. Instead he does something much, much more stupid.
He leans in fast, and just like that he's pressing his lips somewhat clumsily against Richie's. )
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( Eddie has lost count of the amount of times that he's said something to that effect to Richie. 'That's so stupid', or 'you're so stupid', or 'you're being stupid' – and always with this annoyingly fond slant to the words. As if he's really saying the opposite.
This time is no different, really. It's just as fond as ever, just a hell of a lot gentler than Eddie normally manages. There's so many more sharp corners and barbed edges to Eddie's words than he wants – most of all when it comes to Richie – it's a wonder anyone sees anything beyond that. And beyond all expectations, it's Richie who sees it. Sees him. )
I'll always help. No matter what.
( It's entirely plausible that Eddie stopped breathing at some point. Probably right around when Richie's hand met his cheek, and he's probably just passed out by now. Maybe it's that crazy notion that this is some nonsense dream that makes him move, or maybe it's just been left simmering for far too long. Maybe it's the adrenaline and fear of losing Richie finally making itself known – but Eddie doesn't barf. Instead he does something much, much more stupid.
He leans in fast, and just like that he's pressing his lips somewhat clumsily against Richie's. )