It's the sound of thunder in the distance that finally gets Eddie stirring in bed. He blinks once, twice and finally brings himself to open his eyes to room lit only by the overcast skies outside. A glance to the window tells him what he already knows; rain pelts against the window in unending sheets of water that make it clear that today's beach plans were likely cancelled for the day.
Which was, shockingly, a shame for Eddie. Yesterday had been fantastic despite Richie coming back in with sunburns despite his warnings about reapplying it. They had walked around the nearby town, shot the shit and bought dumb gifts to send back to the other Losers before ending the day on the sands itself with drinks in hand. They had talked a lot as the sunset about ideas, plans and the recently realized bout of separation anxiety both had suffered while Richie had been doing a short tour up the West Coast.
He had expected to miss him. Eddie finds his stomach tightening up and doing flips when the bastard is late coming home from local gigs, after all. This had been a little different. Like a piece of you is missing? Beverly had asked, amused. Eddie had scoffed at the time but it didn't stop him from immediately burying against Richie once he had gotten in from his red-eye home. Maybe it was still the newness of their relationship, maybe it was the fear of forgetting one another again after everything they had fought against but maybe it was just he had genuinely missed the Trashmouth.
And speaking of―
There's a notable body of warmth missing from bed and Eddie, finally, sits up with a yawn. Somewhere nearby he can hear music but can't quite pinpoint where in the rental it might be coming from. Instead he rubs the sleep from his eyes and calls out:
tried to throw most of them to use! ♥
Which was, shockingly, a shame for Eddie. Yesterday had been fantastic despite Richie coming back in with sunburns despite his warnings about reapplying it. They had walked around the nearby town, shot the shit and bought dumb gifts to send back to the other Losers before ending the day on the sands itself with drinks in hand. They had talked a lot as the sunset about ideas, plans and the recently realized bout of separation anxiety both had suffered while Richie had been doing a short tour up the West Coast.
He had expected to miss him. Eddie finds his stomach tightening up and doing flips when the bastard is late coming home from local gigs, after all. This had been a little different. Like a piece of you is missing? Beverly had asked, amused. Eddie had scoffed at the time but it didn't stop him from immediately burying against Richie once he had gotten in from his red-eye home. Maybe it was still the newness of their relationship, maybe it was the fear of forgetting one another again after everything they had fought against but maybe it was just he had genuinely missed the Trashmouth.
And speaking of―
There's a notable body of warmth missing from bed and Eddie, finally, sits up with a yawn. Somewhere nearby he can hear music but can't quite pinpoint where in the rental it might be coming from. Instead he rubs the sleep from his eyes and calls out:
"Rich?"