Don't say that, Eddie. (This would typically be where Richie would grin smug, brag about how he's amazing and has one hell of a dick but that old joke doesn't come spilling from his lips. Eddie is fucking perfect, at least he is in Richie's eyes.) I adore you, you're fucking perfect.

(Carefully he places the ice pack along Eddie's swollen ankle, gentle not to cause Eddie any more discomfort. Eddie is so much better at this whole first aid deal, he's damn fantastic at it. Richie can only hope that he's doing this right, he does remember that keeping the injured foot elevated helps. He wastes no time pulling over the other bean bag and gently lifting the hurt foot. )

You're not going to lose me, Eds. I care about you too much and I have a no return policy. (He starts buzzing around to find blankets, Eddie will freeze if he doesn't find warmth.)

And you're easy to love to me. That's all that fucking matters.