❪ eddie continues to hold tight onto his inhaler, staring off into the darkness of their room and listening to the sound of his breathing. there's a tight pressure on his chest that leaves him near breathless but he ignores it for now, reminds himself to take something for it and finally looks over to rich in the dark with huff. ❫
Shut up, Richie. Let me fucking apologize if I want to. ❪ how many times had this happened this week? he was starting to lose count.
whatever the case, he doesn't linger upright for long and follows rich further into his arms. he lays them back, eddie resting his head on rich's chest and idly listening to the sound of his heart beating. he tries to time his breathing with richie's own, calm himself down although his inhaler stays close. ❫
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Shut up, Richie. Let me fucking apologize if I want to. ❪ how many times had this happened this week? he was starting to lose count.
whatever the case, he doesn't linger upright for long and follows rich further into his arms. he lays them back, eddie resting his head on rich's chest and idly listening to the sound of his heart beating. he tries to time his breathing with richie's own, calm himself down although his inhaler stays close. ❫
... It's going to fucking suck when you're gone.