But kids don't cut fucking scars into their palms either.

( There was so much to the entire ordeal and it fucking scares him. They had already forgot each other once in life so what was to say that something else wouldn't happen to them going forward from here? It fucking worries Eddie into a near panic because Richie was the one constant good thing in his life.

He didn't (couldn't) lose that. )

Yeah, um― drinks sound fucking perfect. I just want to be with you right now.

( It's sappy, yeah but Richie can probably find the truth in that statement as soon as he takes Eddie's hand. Although he's calmed down reasonably, he's still shaking and clings close to his husband's side even on the short walk to the car. He keeps a hand on him even while Richie drives them home, a hand on his thigh and leaned over the passenger seat. It's a short drive home but with all the thoughts circling in his head it feels like it takes forever.

Needless to say, he has never been happier to get inside and lock the door behind them. It isn't long before he'd nudging into Richie again once they've made it to the kitchen for said drinks with just a harsh want to keep the two of them linked together. )

This is so fucked up. How could I have forgot being in love with you when I was a stupid tween?

( Who the fuck says tween anymore? Edward Kaspbrak still does― apparently. )