[It isn't meant how it seems, and it takes Richie a minute to backtrack and realize that it sounded like a rejection. It wasn't, but he was inordinately aware of how different his body was, how much he'd changed in their almost thirty years apart. Enough to be self-conscious about it.]
I'm not the same as I was. Is what I mean. But yeah, of course.
[The tight balled up fists in his shirt pull a smile out of him, when he realizes that they're there and how similar it was to when they'd make out as kids. Richie smooths his hands over the length of Eddie's arms and across one shoulder.]
All I wanted to do the entire time we were back in Derry is fucking kiss you like this.
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[It isn't meant how it seems, and it takes Richie a minute to backtrack and realize that it sounded like a rejection. It wasn't, but he was inordinately aware of how different his body was, how much he'd changed in their almost thirty years apart. Enough to be self-conscious about it.]
I'm not the same as I was. Is what I mean. But yeah, of course.
[The tight balled up fists in his shirt pull a smile out of him, when he realizes that they're there and how similar it was to when they'd make out as kids. Richie smooths his hands over the length of Eddie's arms and across one shoulder.]
All I wanted to do the entire time we were back in Derry is fucking kiss you like this.