(Eddie doesn't know what to say. Or to think really. He sinks into the hug and just rests in it. He was lucky, he knows, to have this. To have Richie. Richie who wasn't sneering at the idea or being grossed out. Richie who honestly sounded frightened. But not of what it is to be queer, but rather of what happens when you are.
Eddie presses his face into Richie's neck. Sometimes he really did wish his head would cool it with everything. Between the loudness, his mother, and now....
He shuts his eyes harder and...He shakes his head.)
Sorry you gotta deal with all my dumb psycho stuff.
[He combs his hand through Eddie's hair. There's been so much, constantly, in the past month or so, that all Richie wants is for him to have just a day--a week, even, of nothing happening that makes Eddie feel bad or worried or anything.
If anyone deserves a break, it's Eddie.] You're my best friend and you're always gonna be. [His voice gets a little quieter.] It's an honor to have you back.
(Eddie felt bad still. They'd get their break eventually, he hoped. The Losers had come in during a month that seemed to be prime for ruining them.
Except it didn't really ruin them, did it? Eddie realized after everything, he felt stronger in some ways.
It felt good to know Richie would always have his back. Eddie already knew that but hearing it said out loud, particularly after such an intense conversation, felt reaffirming.)
You're always gonna be mine too, Richie.
(Without a doubt. He sits back and smiles at Richie a little toothily.)
An honor? Jeez. I thought I was supposed to be the cute one.
[Richie leans back, and now that all of this is out there, even if they've danced around this indirectly. They're on the same page, they're still friends. Nothing could possibly matter more than that.]
You are, I'm just a mirror reflecting the cute back to you.
[Does that make sense? He doesn't even care. He just wants Eddie to be happy.]
(It's just ridiculous enough that Eddie laughs, and this time, it's a much happier, normal laugh for him. He covers his face, giggling behind his hands, half out of amusement and half out of relief.
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Eddie presses his face into Richie's neck. Sometimes he really did wish his head would cool it with everything. Between the loudness, his mother, and now....
He shuts his eyes harder and...He shakes his head.)
Sorry you gotta deal with all my dumb psycho stuff.
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[He combs his hand through Eddie's hair. There's been so much, constantly, in the past month or so, that all Richie wants is for him to have just a day--a week, even, of nothing happening that makes Eddie feel bad or worried or anything.
If anyone deserves a break, it's Eddie.] You're my best friend and you're always gonna be. [His voice gets a little quieter.] It's an honor to have you back.
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Except it didn't really ruin them, did it? Eddie realized after everything, he felt stronger in some ways.
It felt good to know Richie would always have his back. Eddie already knew that but hearing it said out loud, particularly after such an intense conversation, felt reaffirming.)
You're always gonna be mine too, Richie.
(Without a doubt. He sits back and smiles at Richie a little toothily.)
An honor? Jeez. I thought I was supposed to be the cute one.
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You are, I'm just a mirror reflecting the cute back to you.
[Does that make sense? He doesn't even care. He just wants Eddie to be happy.]
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They would be okay. Everything would be okay.
They were still best friends, after all.)