❪ he isn't sure where they might go either. at a lose, he considers back downstairs with the others but after everything the two of them just remembered? he's exhausted, tired beyond words almost and (in truth) he just wants to be with rich currently.
after all, they have no idea what will happen next. it's not bowers is their only problem and, at least, he's human. pennywise is something literally from beyond this world. something darker, more dangerous and although they fought it once before— who's to say things will go like they did before?
shaking his head, eddie grips tighter at richie's hand and leads them out of the bathroom and back into the room itself. he doesn't want to think about that. doesn't want to think about what might happen to tomorrow or even beyond this room. all that matters right now is rich. ❫
I love you, ❪ he says again, softer once they're back in rich's room. his free hand coming to trace his jawline because, god, twenty years have changed them yet everything still feels the same as that day in his driveway when rich left. it feels like there is still a lot left ahead of them to live out together.
so perhaps that's why he doesn't hold back when he presses forward, chest to chest, pressing their lips together. a touch needier, partly wanting to forget forget everything outside of them but mostly wanting to make up for lost time. ❫
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after all, they have no idea what will happen next. it's not bowers is their only problem and, at least, he's human. pennywise is something literally from beyond this world. something darker, more dangerous and although they fought it once before— who's to say things will go like they did before?
shaking his head, eddie grips tighter at richie's hand and leads them out of the bathroom and back into the room itself. he doesn't want to think about that. doesn't want to think about what might happen to tomorrow or even beyond this room. all that matters right now is rich. ❫
I love you, ❪ he says again, softer once they're back in rich's room. his free hand coming to trace his jawline because, god, twenty years have changed them yet everything still feels the same as that day in his driveway when rich left. it feels like there is still a lot left ahead of them to live out together.
so perhaps that's why he doesn't hold back when he presses forward, chest to chest, pressing their lips together. a touch needier, partly wanting to forget forget everything outside of them but mostly wanting to make up for lost time. ❫