(It takes Richie a moment to regain his composure, his nerves are on the frits and now sounds like a really good time to say fuck it. Only he doesn't, he takes a few small breathes before trudging onward to find his run away ex. A few more minutes pass until Richie catches sight of small light in the distance. Of course Eddie would run straight to the clubhouse, where else would he escape?

With a frustrated sigh Richie stomps towards his destination. In the back of his mind he can't help but think what if this light isn't really from Eddie and instead from a on the loose serial killer, just his luck. He moves to pull the hatch open with damaged hands, eyes narrowing down at the ladder. )

That better be you fucking down there Eddie or so fucking help me I swear to God! (He hisses as he lowers himself down, the climb only worsen the ache in his torn knuckles. His feet touches ground and a few feet away from him sits Eddie. His eyes narrow once again, his face damp from tears and slightly flushed from the night wind.)

Are you fucking insane?!