I'm not though. I should have just ignored all that shit and the pictures, I should have believed you but I just got so freaked out that I thought: Obviously, I did something to make this happen. It's my fault if Richie leaves and finds someone else because why wouldn't he? Who wants someone so messed up as me?

( He moves to sit back down as Richie applies the ice pack on his ankle. The hiss of pain isn't so much from where the other is touching his leg but finally everything catching up to him after his stupid ass had to run through the fucking Barrens. There's a smile on his lips as he maneuvers another bean bag over so his ankle can be elevated and almost laughs but ultimately reaches up to catch Richie's wrist, drawing him closer. )

I really do love you, Richie. That's the one thing that always made sense to me is how much I love you.