Richie has tried his damn best to be patient with the aftermath of his boyfriend's brutal and exhausting divorce. Richie had been the one that stayed by Eddie's side during his long stay in the hospital, not once did he leave the other man's side. Bev had tried numerous of times talking Richie into checking into a near by hotel to rest, find some peace. Bill had tried the same but Richie wouldn't accept, he wasn't going to leave Eddie alone, he had to be there when he woke up. Myra had constantly called Eddie's cellphone, she would call the hospital in states of worry but not once did she come to stay by Eddie's side.
Not fucking once.
Richie had not wanted Eddie to go back to New York but he expected it, Eddie had built a life there and oddly enough his boyfriend fit the New York lifestyle. He had made the offer to Eddie before they left the hospital, if Eddie wanted Richie's home back in LA was open if Eddie wished to recover there or if Eddie just wanted, needed an escape. It had been a huge shock to Richie as much as it had to Myra when Eddie made the sudden decision to leave. Myra has been a nuisance ever since. Raging from calling hours upon end, hundreds of emails sent daily along with constant texts. It was a different kind of nightmare.
Richie takes notice of Eddie's body language, the way his body tightens. He takes a step back to give that distance.
Eddie had been nothing but calm with this mad woman. He had understood her anger and her confussion, hell he accepted it and placed all the blame of their divorce on himself. Yet that wasn't enough for Myra, she was like a damn disease. Constantly contaminating their happiness with her hatred.
"You aren't sick, Eds. You've never been sick. You know that", he begins carefully. Eddie's health has always been a sensitive subject. He gives a frustrated shake of his head, aggrivated that Myra has planted more seeds of doubt in his boyfriend's mind. "That's fucking bullshit", he near shouts with a gesture of his hands. "You're not fucking up my life, Eddie. You could never fucking do that man, ever. You're the best damn thing in my shit mess of a life and you're always going to be. I fucking love you, Eds."
Woah. Wooooaaah. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He's just going to stand there for a moment, wide eyed and a bit stunned with himself. He meant those words, Christ did he mean them. "I love you", he whispers again.
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Not fucking once.
Richie had not wanted Eddie to go back to New York but he expected it, Eddie had built a life there and oddly enough his boyfriend fit the New York lifestyle. He had made the offer to Eddie before they left the hospital, if Eddie wanted Richie's home back in LA was open if Eddie wished to recover there or if Eddie just wanted, needed an escape. It had been a huge shock to Richie as much as it had to Myra when Eddie made the sudden decision to leave. Myra has been a nuisance ever since. Raging from calling hours upon end, hundreds of emails sent daily along with constant texts. It was a different kind of nightmare.
Richie takes notice of Eddie's body language, the way his body tightens. He takes a step back to give that distance.
Eddie had been nothing but calm with this mad woman. He had understood her anger and her confussion, hell he accepted it and placed all the blame of their divorce on himself. Yet that wasn't enough for Myra, she was like a damn disease. Constantly contaminating their happiness with her hatred.
"You aren't sick, Eds. You've never been sick. You know that", he begins carefully. Eddie's health has always been a sensitive subject. He gives a frustrated shake of his head, aggrivated that Myra has planted more seeds of doubt in his boyfriend's mind. "That's fucking bullshit", he near shouts with a gesture of his hands. "You're not fucking up my life, Eddie. You could never fucking do that man, ever. You're the best damn thing in my shit mess of a life and you're always going to be. I fucking love you, Eds."
Woah. Wooooaaah. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He's just going to stand there for a moment, wide eyed and a bit stunned with himself. He meant those words, Christ did he mean them. "I love you", he whispers again.