❪ he follows in silence, hand holding onto richie's as if it was the only thing still holding eddie into this world. hell, for all he knew, that could be just it. still, he lets go once they reach rich's room though eddie lingers in the shadow of the door frame with a slow breath of air. it's only a moment later, once richie is in bed, that eddie steps in and lets the door shut behind him with a shaky sound.
again, he lingers but ultimately before shuffling to his suitcase and gathering the things he needs. although eddie considers checking on richie, he finally shuffles away to the bathroom and quickly pulls off the clothes sticking to his body in ways that he hates. he stuffs all his old clothes away, ready to be done with them and climbs into the shower where he just... sits.
he sits for a long time not doing anything but letting the water run over him. finally, eddie moves to study his wounds or rather his wounds should be. nothing remains though and even small scars and wounds are seemingly gone yet one thing continues to stick out-- no matter how hot he runs the water, he still feels cold. an odd chill that just won't go away.
it's near an hour later before eddie pulls himself from the shower and redresses in clean clothes, stepping out of the bathroom. it's with another shaky breath that he steps close to richie's bed, carefully kneeling on it and reaching out toward his friend. ❫
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again, he lingers but ultimately before shuffling to his suitcase and gathering the things he needs. although eddie considers checking on richie, he finally shuffles away to the bathroom and quickly pulls off the clothes sticking to his body in ways that he hates. he stuffs all his old clothes away, ready to be done with them and climbs into the shower where he just... sits.
he sits for a long time not doing anything but letting the water run over him. finally, eddie moves to study his wounds or rather his wounds should be. nothing remains though and even small scars and wounds are seemingly gone yet one thing continues to stick out-- no matter how hot he runs the water, he still feels cold. an odd chill that just won't go away.
it's near an hour later before eddie pulls himself from the shower and redresses in clean clothes, stepping out of the bathroom. it's with another shaky breath that he steps close to richie's bed, carefully kneeling on it and reaching out toward his friend. ❫
Richie?