[ richie stays quiet, but when eddie begins to wobble like that he instinctively reaches out to put his own hand on the other's shoulder, steadying him. his own legs feel weak but being around eddie makes it easy to feel strong, so he doesn't worry about falling over just yet.
he hates this. hates the flashes of events that appear behind his eyelids each time he blinks, hates the way his gut churns as he realizes the memories continue past that summer and the next summer and the next. hates the sound that eddie makes before he asks that stupid fucking question. ]
I don't know, [ richie says, but his voice is so small and wavering that it's pretty obviously a lie. he doesn't want it to be real because what the fuck, how do you - how do you date someone, how do you fall in love and then just fucking forget about it?! ]
I don't know, [ he says again, trying to make himself believe his own falsehood. ] I - I don't know how - how would I forget that? How did I forget --
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he hates this. hates the flashes of events that appear behind his eyelids each time he blinks, hates the way his gut churns as he realizes the memories continue past that summer and the next summer and the next. hates the sound that eddie makes before he asks that stupid fucking question. ]
I don't know, [ richie says, but his voice is so small and wavering that it's pretty obviously a lie. he doesn't want it to be real because what the fuck, how do you - how do you date someone, how do you fall in love and then just fucking forget about it?! ]
I don't know, [ he says again, trying to make himself believe his own falsehood. ] I - I don't know how - how would I forget that? How did I forget --
[ you, he doesn't finish. ]