(Richie is just as frustrated, he thought he had screamed or beat it all out but the feeling still lingered within the pit of his stomach. He just kept fucking up everything with Eddie, he hadn't meant to be so late but he knew this made him look like a piece of shit, that he didn't care about Eddie and their much needed conversation wasn't important. That isn't true, he's trying his best to keep his shit together.

He doesn't like getting emotional infront of Eddie.

Richie isn't a fighter but he will pound some ass if he knows someone has hurt Eddie. He isn't going to let some mullet wearing cock sucker beat on the boy he's in love with. Full out foolish of Richie but no one fucking harms Eddie Kaspbrak, fucking no one. Broken eyes are already scanning over the injuries as Eddie talks, an arm moves to wrap around Ed's tiny waist to offer support for his injured ankle. )

Goddamn car fucking stalled again. (He hisses into the night, avoiding the concern over his banged up hand.) I would have been here much sooner if the car wasn't such a bitch.

(While Eddie explains where his own injuries had happened, Richie can feel his stomach twist within tight knots, his skin growing pale within the dark. Eddie had been training for this meet for months, he had been so excited about it. Shit, could Richie fuck up more of the other boy's life? He turns his head away, the guilt already sinking in as he sits in silence.

He's going to be sick. Christ, he fucked up Eddie's big chance to get the hell out of this shit town.)

It's nothin. (He lies while pulling his damaged hand away from Eddie and resting it within his own lap. )

Maybe I should take you to the hospital? Get you checked out.