[He absolutely did cry. He sobbed like a baby for nearly five minutes as Eddie held him. What else could he do? This was the most perfect night of his whole life. Of course he was going to cry.]
You're gonna wear a real nice dress. With a fanny pack.
[Richie kisses from the top of Eddie's pants to the bottom of the scar on his chest. Even now, Richie has some intense emotions about it. Some nights he just paws at the skin, a distant look on his face. Other times he seems to almost hate it and refused to look at it long. Though, most of the time, like tonight, Richie loves it.
He kisses against it. Slow and soft, tracing the edges and slowly going in toward his heart. There, Richie presses his lips right over Eddie's pulse and exhales nice and slow. His. This is his heart. Richie kisses it again.
And then he realizes something that almost floors him.]
Wait. Wait, are we actually talking about a wedding?
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You're gonna wear a real nice dress. With a fanny pack.
[Richie kisses from the top of Eddie's pants to the bottom of the scar on his chest. Even now, Richie has some intense emotions about it. Some nights he just paws at the skin, a distant look on his face. Other times he seems to almost hate it and refused to look at it long. Though, most of the time, like tonight, Richie loves it.
He kisses against it. Slow and soft, tracing the edges and slowly going in toward his heart. There, Richie presses his lips right over Eddie's pulse and exhales nice and slow. His. This is his heart. Richie kisses it again.
And then he realizes something that almost floors him.]
Wait. Wait, are we actually talking about a wedding?