It's not a bad thing, Rich. You're everything that I wish I was but there's so much that I don't understand. ( He murmurs carefully, quietly. He understands the anger though because that is all they've gave one another since all of this began but he's frankly at his wits end and can't bring himself to find a reason to be angry anymore. ) I just want to know you, Richie. I want you to let me care about you as deeply as you care about me.

( Eddie listens quietly and watches even more quietly as Richie moves about. The ice pack that's removed is met with a frown but he doesn't say anything as Richie wraps it in a pillow case and then approaches him. He doesn't move away this time and allows the other boy to actually get close to him without a negative reaction to the gesture, softening noticeably. )

I'm sorry too. Richie, I just... I don't know how— ( He frowns and looks away, embarrassed. )

I don't know how to be someone good to love. I don't think I know how to be someone capable of loving another person, you know— you know how fucked up shit is for me at home. I'm just afraid of losing you.