( Honestly the only reason his mom isn't blowing up his phone right now is because Eddie had begged his couch not to call her. She probably also wouldn't even consider Richie considering she has gleefully noticed his absence in her son's life over these last two weeks and more so her son's less than pleased mood whenever the other boy was brought up.

Eddie doesn't even want to think about the sort of shit they got up to in this car. He certainly doesn't want to think of her reaction (if she even lived long enough) if she ever found out he had lost his virginity to the other boy in the backseat of his car. So caught up in his thoughts he doesn't notice Richie's reaction until he's ripped his hand away. )

Just— just fucking stop and let me help for you for once. ( He says with a glare but it's weak and honestly? Eddie just looks fucking sad. ) Why even show up looking like this if you didn't want me to do something? You know how I'd react if I saw you fucking hurt like this, Richie!