( even decades of being apart from one another, it turned out that it wasn't hard to fall back into what had been the familiar. reading richie, for example, had always been easier for him perhaps because they were similar in that regard. they always understood one another and it was one thing he was grateful seemed to have withstood the tests of time that had been shoved against them. )
I'm off tomorrow so it's fine. I'm game for your crazy horror movies.
( not that eddie thinks he'd ever not want to hang out with richie even if it was just something as simple as watching a movie. it's easy to fall back into familiar patterns like falling asleep on rich's shoulder or with his head in the other's lap. he ultimately tries not to think too hard about it even if, you know, he's already dropped the fact that he was still ridiculously in love. it's harder still when every progression of their relationship reminds him of something from the past, something more and it takes him back to that train of thought that asked if he'd be able to give rich want he needed.
it doesn't help that work for the both of them picks up in the next few months. eddie finally lands a permanent position with a large company and richie has tour dates from one coast to another. they talked on the phone and text as often as they can but it's just... it's just not the same. he realizes it hard one day when, on the phone with richie, he absently says I wish you were home. and let's his true feelings come out for once. he had been so afraid of pushing things too fast but wasn't being honest important? he had spent so much time being dishonest with myra about his feelings and his happiness. he couldn't sit here and lie to rich, not that he thinks he could ever lie to richie.
the day richie is scheduled to come home is a day that eddie has to work late. it's near midnight by the time he gets home, toeing his shoes off and shrugging out of his coat with a heavy sound. still there's a small smile noting richie's things scattered about after this long month. )
time skipppp
I'm off tomorrow so it's fine. I'm game for your crazy horror movies.
( not that eddie thinks he'd ever not want to hang out with richie even if it was just something as simple as watching a movie. it's easy to fall back into familiar patterns like falling asleep on rich's shoulder or with his head in the other's lap. he ultimately tries not to think too hard about it even if, you know, he's already dropped the fact that he was still ridiculously in love. it's harder still when every progression of their relationship reminds him of something from the past, something more and it takes him back to that train of thought that asked if he'd be able to give rich want he needed.
it doesn't help that work for the both of them picks up in the next few months. eddie finally lands a permanent position with a large company and richie has tour dates from one coast to another. they talked on the phone and text as often as they can but it's just... it's just not the same. he realizes it hard one day when, on the phone with richie, he absently says I wish you were home. and let's his true feelings come out for once. he had been so afraid of pushing things too fast but wasn't being honest important? he had spent so much time being dishonest with myra about his feelings and his happiness. he couldn't sit here and lie to rich, not that he thinks he could ever lie to richie.
the day richie is scheduled to come home is a day that eddie has to work late. it's near midnight by the time he gets home, toeing his shoes off and shrugging out of his coat with a heavy sound. still there's a small smile noting richie's things scattered about after this long month. )
Rich?