Wow, okay, shut the fuck up. I looked like absolute shit with nearly everything inside me threatening to fall out.
( He's chopping his hand through the air as he says this, frowning but still following as Richie leads him over to the couch. Eddie doesn't sit immediately, glancing to his luggage and nodding. Right, okay— that was a good idea. )
I'll take my things upstairs. It'll give me the chance to clean up a bit, so uh— I'll be right back down.
( With Richie going one way, Eddie returns to his things and hobbles up the stairs with his suitcase. It's easy enough to find the guest room, breathing in a deep breath and setting his things down. Right, okay, he could do this— first time seeing your best friend in months and now you're going on a date. A date at his house, where he lives now too but a date nevertheless.
Thankfully its easy enough to freshen up real quick, washing his face and changing out of his plane clothes into something a little nicer. He even takes a moment to fix his terrible hair, breathing out another sigh and glancing himself over. He feels off, too skinny from recovery but hoping he doesn't look terrible. The shirt he has picked out hangs low enough on his collar to show the faint beginnings of his scar and Eddie can't help swallowing awkwardly.
Rich wouldn't care, he knows he wouldn't care but— )
Get it together, Eds.
( He whispers, shaking his head and heading back downstairs and trying to ignore all the nervous energy he feels coursing through his veins. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, he glances around before looking to the open doors leading to the patio and peeking outside. )
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( He's chopping his hand through the air as he says this, frowning but still following as Richie leads him over to the couch. Eddie doesn't sit immediately, glancing to his luggage and nodding. Right, okay— that was a good idea. )
I'll take my things upstairs. It'll give me the chance to clean up a bit, so uh— I'll be right back down.
( With Richie going one way, Eddie returns to his things and hobbles up the stairs with his suitcase. It's easy enough to find the guest room, breathing in a deep breath and setting his things down. Right, okay, he could do this— first time seeing your best friend in months and now you're going on a date. A date at his house, where he lives now too but a date nevertheless.
Thankfully its easy enough to freshen up real quick, washing his face and changing out of his plane clothes into something a little nicer. He even takes a moment to fix his terrible hair, breathing out another sigh and glancing himself over. He feels off, too skinny from recovery but hoping he doesn't look terrible. The shirt he has picked out hangs low enough on his collar to show the faint beginnings of his scar and Eddie can't help swallowing awkwardly.
Rich wouldn't care, he knows he wouldn't care but— )
Get it together, Eds.
( He whispers, shaking his head and heading back downstairs and trying to ignore all the nervous energy he feels coursing through his veins. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, he glances around before looking to the open doors leading to the patio and peeking outside. )
Rich?