What helps him sleep at night these days is Richie himself. Eddie doesn't bother saying something so sappy aloud and instead lets his gaze lingers on the sheets of rain washing down the windows as thunder, once again, rumbles somewhere in the distance. He doesn't notice Richie approaching until the other man is enveloping him in his arms, pressed close and dipping in to kiss at his skin.

"You're usually supposed to do as much as you can on vacation," he muses. "Make the most of it."

Eddie shifts with that and turns in Richie's embrace with an amused look on his features. He carefully lifts a hand to hold one of his biceps and breathes out a tired sound. It's with another soft sound that he leans in and presses his lips to Richie's own with something akin to a smile.

He honestly doesn't think that he'll ever get enough of this. There's just something with Richie that he didn't have with any of his girlfriends when he had been younger and certainly not with his ex-wife. Perhaps it's because Richie doesn't treat him like glass or something that needs to be handled with care, protected. He just lets him... be. He parts with another soft look and holds up the mug with a nod of his head toward the kitchen.

"Coffee first," he muses. "Then back to bed."