[It's a good question, and Richie normally the one of the two of them with the answers is too exhausted to come up with an adequate lie. He grasps at nothing in the air in front of him, hoping some ruse will deliberately fall into place to help them out. Still nothing.
In the curtains of darkness of the room Eddie's skin almost glows and Richie lets himself be distracted by that, by the beauty of him that he never let himself fully appreciate. He'd always been too much of a coward to let himself look for very long.]
They'll- um- they'll probably just think I bailed. It's fine.
[It's not fine, but he had a reputation for taking off and flying off the handle when emotions ran high. Which they definitely did.]
( Eddie just watches quietly, carefully as Richie seems to think over his answer. He wants nothing more than to lean and bring him close, crawl inside and never leave again but he knows that impossible for now with the others on both of their minds in the moment.
Carefully he shifts and draws one of Richie's hands up, kissing his palm with a slow sigh. )
Should we leave now then? I can drive, I, uh— I'm not tired.
( He hates just bailing on their friends but, at the same time, there is something strange here. There is something none of them understand and until he better understands what has happened to him? He just wants to hide. Maybe it's horrible of him, terrible even but he can't stand the thought of facing them now. )
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In the curtains of darkness of the room Eddie's skin almost glows and Richie lets himself be distracted by that, by the beauty of him that he never let himself fully appreciate. He'd always been too much of a coward to let himself look for very long.]
They'll- um- they'll probably just think I bailed. It's fine.
[It's not fine, but he had a reputation for taking off and flying off the handle when emotions ran high. Which they definitely did.]
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Carefully he shifts and draws one of Richie's hands up, kissing his palm with a slow sigh. )
Should we leave now then? I can drive, I, uh— I'm not tired.
( He hates just bailing on their friends but, at the same time, there is something strange here. There is something none of them understand and until he better understands what has happened to him? He just wants to hide. Maybe it's horrible of him, terrible even but he can't stand the thought of facing them now. )