"We can make the most of it without having to get dumped on by Mother Nature," Richie points out with a small grin. "We don't have to go out in this shit to not be squandering it. Fuck, Eds, we've been out running around every day. I think the gods of vacation will forgive us for spending a rainy day in bed."
He's grinning, though, when Eddie turns to face him because he can hear the amusement in Eddie's voice and he's matching it with his own. In spite of the fact that he's arguing against, sort of, Eddie's point, he's mostly doing it to inject a little levity into their dreary morning.
"Coffee first," he echoes playfully, going in for another chaste kiss just because he can, "and then back to bed, like that makes any goddamned sense, but count me in."
Now Richie's the one nodding toward the kitchen. "Well go on, fuckface, you're the one who finished the last of it off," he says, grinning mischievously before swatting at Eddie's backside. "Hop to it with that coffee, Eduardo, I'm still in zombie mode over here."
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He's grinning, though, when Eddie turns to face him because he can hear the amusement in Eddie's voice and he's matching it with his own. In spite of the fact that he's arguing against, sort of, Eddie's point, he's mostly doing it to inject a little levity into their dreary morning.
"Coffee first," he echoes playfully, going in for another chaste kiss just because he can, "and then back to bed, like that makes any goddamned sense, but count me in."
Now Richie's the one nodding toward the kitchen. "Well go on, fuckface, you're the one who finished the last of it off," he says, grinning mischievously before swatting at Eddie's backside. "Hop to it with that coffee, Eduardo, I'm still in zombie mode over here."