( His face flushes red, but Eddie's smiling now. Grinning even, despite the joke at his embarrassing expense. It's funny now, of course it is, because everything is actually okay. More or less. Sure it took a traumatising trip through a random dome to get there, but honestly Eddie can barely remember the fear of that place now.
How could he possibly spend any time thinking about that, when Richie is beaming at him like this?
Eddie's hands flex a little against Richie's shoulders, but he doesn't make any attempt to move them. If anything he shuffles a little closer, holding on with a little more intent. It's not exactly a big step, hardly dramatic at all really, but after weeks of barely even touching elbows it feels enormous. )
Good. I'm– that's really good. ( It doesn't even begin to express how he's actually feeling right now, but there's honestly no way for Eddie to put that into words right now.
His stomach is still swooping like he's just fallen off a building, and his cheeks are going to hurt soon from how widely he's smiling. There's certainly no tears any more, but his face is still tracked with the evidence, and he thinks Richie's cheeks are probably in a similar state.. It's messy. But he doesn't care. )
Do we, uh... can we have a do-over then?
( Even after their confessions, Eddie's heart still thunders in his chest as he asks. )
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( His face flushes red, but Eddie's smiling now. Grinning even, despite the joke at his embarrassing expense. It's funny now, of course it is, because everything is actually okay. More or less. Sure it took a traumatising trip through a random dome to get there, but honestly Eddie can barely remember the fear of that place now.
How could he possibly spend any time thinking about that, when Richie is beaming at him like this?
Eddie's hands flex a little against Richie's shoulders, but he doesn't make any attempt to move them. If anything he shuffles a little closer, holding on with a little more intent. It's not exactly a big step, hardly dramatic at all really, but after weeks of barely even touching elbows it feels enormous. )
Good. I'm– that's really good. ( It doesn't even begin to express how he's actually feeling right now, but there's honestly no way for Eddie to put that into words right now.
His stomach is still swooping like he's just fallen off a building, and his cheeks are going to hurt soon from how widely he's smiling. There's certainly no tears any more, but his face is still tracked with the evidence, and he thinks Richie's cheeks are probably in a similar state.. It's messy. But he doesn't care. )
Do we, uh... can we have a do-over then?
( Even after their confessions, Eddie's heart still thunders in his chest as he asks. )