( Eddie can only stand and absorb everything as it comes spilling out of Richie. He'd laugh, perhaps. Although he worries that Rich might get the wrong idea if he did and instead lets him run at the mouth to get everything out. It reminds him of being a teenager again, in a way, as Richie goes on and on which just equals to Eddie carrying the warmest, sappiest look on his face.

Eventually though he has to reach up, take Richie's face in his hands and shake his head in response to even the idea that his friend was somehow messing this up. )

Richie, Rich— nothing you could do would mess this up for me.

( He steps back then and lets Richie once again take his hands, squeezing them in a reassuring manner before making a thoughtful sound. )

Why don't we have a date here? A trial date, maybe? Because I'm like super exhausted from that flight and also I look like shit but you're deck is nice so... brunch date on the deck?