There's a groggy moment of time where Eddie considers pulling the covers up and drifting off back to sleep with the sounds of raining lulling deeper into the sheets. It's only the sound of Richie's voice that gets him moving, shifting the covers off and feeling around for clothes that have been left scattered on the floor.

Pulling on his briefs, he makes a grab for Richie's shirt as well and steps out to find wherever Richie has holed himself up for the morning. He looks as well put together as Richie does once they find one another near the kitchen with Eddie yawning and running a hand through his mussed hair which does little to help it.

"Morning," he says in response and immediately reaches out to take Richie's mug from his hands. He takes a greedy sip and sighs, eyes closed but clearly pleased despite another rumble of thunder rolling over in the distance. "Sounds like shit too," he continues with a tired smile as he passes the mug back to Richie.

"Still better than a snowstorm though."

Their last trip had ended in a snowstorm that had extended their trip by two days when they had been snowed in. It hadn't been great losing power and having to hover around an old wood stove but they had managed to pass the time in their own ways that had made everything worth it. Definitely one of their better decision and certainly part of the reason they had decided on the beach instead this time. Certainly less snow even though it was just replaced by sand and now thunderstorms rolling over their heads.