Richie always assumed their relationship was going pretty well too considering what shit they were both put through. Perhabs Richie had asked for too much? Eddie had given up a great deal for him once he packed up his bags and moved to LA. True Eddie had left an awful, toxic marriage but he truly did like his job, just as he loved New York. Richie had been selfish to ask so much of Eddie, maybe the other man needed space? Time to heal from his shitty marriage and an injury that near took his own life.
Richie knew he wasn't perfect, he was a shit boyfriend, a fucking train wreck of a person. He's spent so much of his life living in denial, refusing to accept his own sexuality out of both fear and embarrassment. He had never been in a real, solid relationship. Most of his encounters were all random hook-ups and one night stands. Richie had only ever loved one man, that man was Eddie. Was he being too clingy? Maybe he was showering Eddie too much with his riches and Eddie just wanted something simple and normal? Could he possibly not be doing enough?
Eddie also wasn't the only one who went without some type of fear. Richie often wondered himself if maybe the fucking clown could find a way back and destroy them all one by one. He doesn't mention or bring up the unpleasant nightmares he has, its best not to send Eddie in a fit of worry.
He's caught by surprise when he rounds the kitchen and spots Eddie, he gives a slight jump of shock while screaming out a sharp "Fuck!" His hands reach up to yank out his earbuds and he makes an attempt to calm down his now racing heart.
"H-hey", he returns softly, a hand reaching to take the offered glass. He sets it aside the moment he notices Eddie's breathing is ragged and struggling. Admittedly his expression falls worrisome as he reaches for his boyfriend's free hand.
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Richie knew he wasn't perfect, he was a shit boyfriend, a fucking train wreck of a person. He's spent so much of his life living in denial, refusing to accept his own sexuality out of both fear and embarrassment. He had never been in a real, solid relationship. Most of his encounters were all random hook-ups and one night stands. Richie had only ever loved one man, that man was Eddie. Was he being too clingy? Maybe he was showering Eddie too much with his riches and Eddie just wanted something simple and normal? Could he possibly not be doing enough?
Eddie also wasn't the only one who went without some type of fear. Richie often wondered himself if maybe the fucking clown could find a way back and destroy them all one by one. He doesn't mention or bring up the unpleasant nightmares he has, its best not to send Eddie in a fit of worry.
He's caught by surprise when he rounds the kitchen and spots Eddie, he gives a slight jump of shock while screaming out a sharp "Fuck!" His hands reach up to yank out his earbuds and he makes an attempt to calm down his now racing heart.
"H-hey", he returns softly, a hand reaching to take the offered glass. He sets it aside the moment he notices Eddie's breathing is ragged and struggling. Admittedly his expression falls worrisome as he reaches for his boyfriend's free hand.
"Are you about to?"