[Richie, on the other hand, has a lot more tears in him than most would expect, but he rarely allows them to be seen. He's a quiet crier, the sort who bottles it up and hides it for when he's alone, into hands, into pillows.
Ever since they arrived, Eddie has seen a lot of them, though. He wonders what the fuck the universe is trying to pull with that shit.
Richie doesn't move as Eddie continues to pace, and plead. He sits through all of it, afraid to look away for an instant, just in case something changes and he can't find him again. He has no idea how this works, or if maybe something will give, so he talks sometimes, too. Eddie's name. Can you hear me yet? There's never an answer.
He's tense the whole time, leaning forward and chewing his lip to pieces, and when Eddie starts talking like he's finally leaving, Richie's hunched over spine straightens up fast enough that he feels something twinge.
Finally. Finally- and Richie wonders at the last second, his heart seizing, if maybe it won't work the same for Eddie, if Richie will be invisible to him for good-
But he can see the difference on Eddie's face the moment he must pop back into place, suddenly existing again the way Eddie did for him, and Richie crumples with relief. He clambers to his feet, and he throws his arms tightly around Eddie with no regard for the space he's carefully maintained in recent days.
His fingers twist too tight into Eddie's shirt, and his hair is probably in Eddie's face, but he doesn't care. All that matters is Eddie seeing him and knowing Richie sees him too.]
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Ever since they arrived, Eddie has seen a lot of them, though. He wonders what the fuck the universe is trying to pull with that shit.
Richie doesn't move as Eddie continues to pace, and plead. He sits through all of it, afraid to look away for an instant, just in case something changes and he can't find him again. He has no idea how this works, or if maybe something will give, so he talks sometimes, too. Eddie's name. Can you hear me yet? There's never an answer.
He's tense the whole time, leaning forward and chewing his lip to pieces, and when Eddie starts talking like he's finally leaving, Richie's hunched over spine straightens up fast enough that he feels something twinge.
Finally. Finally- and Richie wonders at the last second, his heart seizing, if maybe it won't work the same for Eddie, if Richie will be invisible to him for good-
But he can see the difference on Eddie's face the moment he must pop back into place, suddenly existing again the way Eddie did for him, and Richie crumples with relief. He clambers to his feet, and he throws his arms tightly around Eddie with no regard for the space he's carefully maintained in recent days.
His fingers twist too tight into Eddie's shirt, and his hair is probably in Eddie's face, but he doesn't care. All that matters is Eddie seeing him and knowing Richie sees him too.]
Welcome back, you fucking human foghorn.