Yeah, of course. It didn't help that everyone at work seemed to be talking about you too. ( he says lightly as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. ) I even signed up for Twitter to follow your dumb tweets and, well, to see the pictures that people posted once I figured out how hashtags worked.

( leaning back on his hands, eddie gives another warm look. he wouldn't deny that his own skin didn't feel warm, hot almost, in the best of ways. a part of him wants to inch over until their shoulders bump together but he ultimately leaves that thought alone for now and watches as richie works over the sole of his foot. )

And, besides, like I said: I missed you.