[The restaurant isn't far. Richie should have known it would be here fast. He groans and lets his forehead fall against Eddie's.]

This is the worst timing. Fuck. Just. Hold that thought. And this position. And. Everything. Just hold. I'll... Yeah.

[He breaks away with a groan before going to get the food as fast as possible. He almost slides from the door back to the living room in his hurry. The bags go onto the floor in a heap.]

Okay. Alright. Where were we? Can we just pretend that didn't happen?