[He doesn't answer. Eddie just keeps storming and raging and yelling to the sky like Richie hasn't spoken a word, and that churning in Richie's gut is back with a vengeance. He swallows, near choking on the way his mouth has dried right up, before taking a step back into the dome.

And Eddie vanishes.

Richie stumbles back, breathing hard, and somewhere between the shutter of his eyes, Eddie slides back into place, still circling and screaming.]

Eddie...

[Richie murmurs his name, helplessly and quietly, because he gets it now. He understands that it won't matter how loud he shouts.]

Fuck!

[He just stands there, hands balled up tightly at his sides, staring at Eddie beseechingly. Listening. Hoping. Just leave- please, just leave. The worst part is that he knows Eddie won't. Give him back, he says, and Richie cracks. They're the angriest tears he's ever cried, hot against his skin and wiped away quickly with frustrated, shaky hands.]

You don't have to... there's nothing to fix. We're okay. You're alright. I'm the one who- I have to tell you this shit.