[ when he pulls away richie feels a tug on a his shirt, and he's genuinely surprised to realize that it's eddie hanging on to him. it's stupid, but - well - he'd secretly thought that, despite their memories returning, eddie wouldn't feel the same.
it's just been so long, and eddie's got myra now, and even if richie still loves him so much it makes him ache who's to say eddie feels the same?
but there he is, hanging on, and that brings a whole new wave of emotions surging through richie's chest.
that same day that eddie mentions getting married, richie goes out for a late-night walk. there are so many thoughts buzzing around his brain that it's impossible to sleep.
married. to eddie. he hadn't really thought about it before, but... why not? why couldn't they lead normal lives, just like everyone else? move to california and live by the ocean, get a dog and kiss each other every morning and night and forget all about this town?
why couldn't they be happy together?
eddie pushes his face against richie's shoulder and that's all it takes for richie to come right back to him, to loop both arms around eddie's slim form and hug him tighter than ever. he can feel the way eds shakes but it only makes him more determined to keep him close. to keep him safe. ]
We'll kill it. [ it's a promise he makes in a whisper, the words heavy with years and years of forgotten moments that now live in his mind. ] We'll kill that fucking bastard and we'll go to California like we always said we would.
[ he's been in New York for two weeks and he's just gotten his first paycheck from the network. despite the fact that he's been subsisting on nothing but water and instant noodles, the first place richie goes is the pawn shop down the street from his shitty apartment.
it's not fancy. it's not expensive. but, somehow, he knows eddie will like the plain platinum band richie picks out for him.
it sits in his bedside table for the next twenty-seven years,even after he forgets why he bought it in the first place. ]
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it's just been so long, and eddie's got myra now, and even if richie still loves him so much it makes him ache who's to say eddie feels the same?
but there he is, hanging on, and that brings a whole new wave of emotions surging through richie's chest.
that same day that eddie mentions getting married, richie goes out for a late-night walk. there are so many thoughts buzzing around his brain that it's impossible to sleep.
married. to eddie. he hadn't really thought about it before, but... why not? why couldn't they lead normal lives, just like everyone else? move to california and live by the ocean, get a dog and kiss each other every morning and night and forget all about this town?
why couldn't they be happy together?
eddie pushes his face against richie's shoulder and that's all it takes for richie to come right back to him, to loop both arms around eddie's slim form and hug him tighter than ever. he can feel the way eds shakes but it only makes him more determined to keep him close. to keep him safe. ]
We'll kill it. [ it's a promise he makes in a whisper, the words heavy with years and years of forgotten moments that now live in his mind. ] We'll kill that fucking bastard and we'll go to California like we always said we would.
[ he's been in New York for two weeks and he's just gotten his first paycheck from the network. despite the fact that he's been subsisting on nothing but water and instant noodles, the first place richie goes is the pawn shop down the street from his shitty apartment.
it's not fancy. it's not expensive. but, somehow, he knows eddie will like the plain platinum band richie picks out for him.
it sits in his bedside table for the next twenty-seven years,even after he forgets why he bought it in the first place. ]