[Eddie shakes him, digs his grip in tighter, and Richie feels thankful for it, because it's the only thing tethering him as he hangs here, lost and nervous, waiting for Eddie to keep speaking. He laughs nervously again, quiet, as Eddie just stares and processes. It's the scariest and brightest limbo he's ever been in, the possibility of something wonderful and the dread of everything crashing and burning warring with each other. And then.
I wanted to.
He sucks in a sharp breath, finally, finally getting enough air, and it's dizzying the way it all goes to his head. God, he feels so fucking overheated. His face feels like it's burning, and his hands, still curled around Eddie's back, are sweating like crazy. Words. He has to-]
I wanted you to. [It comes out in a total rush.] I mean I- I mean I liked it. If you did.
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I wanted to.
He sucks in a sharp breath, finally, finally getting enough air, and it's dizzying the way it all goes to his head. God, he feels so fucking overheated. His face feels like it's burning, and his hands, still curled around Eddie's back, are sweating like crazy. Words. He has to-]
I wanted you to. [It comes out in a total rush.] I mean I- I mean I liked it. If you did.