[Too tired physically, emotionally, Richie doesn't say anything right away. It feels good to have Eddie so close, and he basks in it even though he knows that there would be questions, doubts, and problems to follow.
He doesn't care.
Eddie would recognize his own sweater and t-shirt on Richie. He hadn't changed much, he was still toting around the same old pair of jeans but when Eddie didn't come back Richie grabbed what he could, he needed something, he didn't want to leave him down there to be just one more memory forgotten.
It feels amazing to say those three words out loud, and it feels even better to kiss him. At first, he's not sure it's really happening, but Eddie's real and tangible and he feels the same way. He feels the same way. He'd been bracing for rejection, or for a misunderstanding and a friendly shoulder pat. Any anxiety he might have had over confessing melts right out of him.]
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He doesn't care.
Eddie would recognize his own sweater and t-shirt on Richie. He hadn't changed much, he was still toting around the same old pair of jeans but when Eddie didn't come back Richie grabbed what he could, he needed something, he didn't want to leave him down there to be just one more memory forgotten.
It feels amazing to say those three words out loud, and it feels even better to kiss him. At first, he's not sure it's really happening, but Eddie's real and tangible and he feels the same way. He feels the same way. He'd been bracing for rejection, or for a misunderstanding and a friendly shoulder pat. Any anxiety he might have had over confessing melts right out of him.]