( If asked, Eddie wouldn't say he was close to fucking crying about this shit but God this was just so frustrating. A part of him is tempted just to walk home before his mom reported him missing but just as he glances at his phone but just as he's gathering his bag, Eddie sees a familiar car pulling into the parking lot. He looks up, frowning but immediately worry bleeds into his features and his face as he notices the wounds on Richie's hands once he's out of the car. )

No one attacked me. ( He says quietly, quickly because he wants to kill that line of thought before it balloons in Richie's head more. ) What the fuck happened to you?

( He keeps trying to assess Richie's wound as the other boy ushers him into the car, Eddie sitting without a word and sighing. It's so familiar, safe and he knew Richie would worry because it's always been that way even before they were dating. Rich always worried about him not like how his mother worried but in his own softer way. It leaves him blushing, hiding it in the darkness of the car even as Richie gets back in the driver seat.

There's only a breath of a moment before he reaches out, grasping one of his hands and bringing it close to him with a frown. )

What the fuck, Rich. I ate shit at my meet during a run which like— I don't even want to talk about how badly I just fucked up my chances of getting a scholarship. What the fuck did you do.