There is a silent moment where Eddie simply watches Richie as he talks. There is a noted beat of almost sadness in his eyes but he ultimately sighs and glances away toward the backsplash over their oven. "It's not stupid," he murmurs with another look in Richie's direction. "So don't act like that, okay? Things are just weird right now, I guess. It's hard to explain but―"

But he wants to try. He just isn't sure where to start with all of this and lifts his glass as if to take another drink but ultimately sets it back down. This wasn't fair to Richie, he knew that and the last thing he wanted was for him to blame himself for Eddie's own fucking problems. There is another stuttered breath of air from him and he raises a hand to chest to press against his scar, eyes closed and finally breathing out a sigh.

"I got an email from Myra," he finally says in a quiet voice. "She had a lot of things to say, none of it nice. It's put a lot on my mind."

To say the least but once against he looks up at his boyfriend with another tired look and moves his hand (away from his scar) and toward Richie's hand.