sloppybitch: (where hope goes to die)
trashmouth if you're nasty. ([personal profile] sloppybitch) wrote in [personal profile] respirations 2019-10-10 06:36 am (UTC)

[Richie rounds the corner a small few steps away to the nearest bathroom in their place to the tune of the reassurance that he wasn't broken. Richie knew better than to assume he'd ever be anything but.

It's not like him, even at his angriest to be so violent. He's more likely to collapse in on himself and always had been until tonight. A part of him, however small, was still that kid in Derry, rocking back and forth on the civic bench trying not to break down because of lousy truths he couldn't control.

This was just another truth, but when he does come back he closes the distance with Eddie, some soft towelettes in hand, and gently presses it to the side of his nose. Grimacing when he has to apply pressure to stop some of the bleeding.]


I don't know that there's anything to figure out. We all came out of Derry changed. Maybe not all of us for the better.

[The implication was clear, it's never been like this, never so easy for him to completely fly off the handle. Sure, he'd do anything to protect Eddie but going too far like this, it wasn't him, not after what he'd dealt with growing up.

He knew better. It's somewhere around cleaning the rest of the blood off of Eddie's face that his hands start to shake. It's not an easy thing to hide when you're trying to care for someone.]

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