[The fact that they'd made it out at all was miraculous, and the deep well of shit they had to go through, in some ways literally, still stayed with him. Richie hadn't ever considered that he might still be fucked up over it. When Eddie came back from the brink of death he occupied all his time and energy seeing to him like some nervous sort of hummingbird, constantly on the move, always hovering.
It's only until recently that they'd been able to really ease into the comfort of being together. The divorce had been finalized, and Richie had been there through all of it, which as unfortunate as it made him feel was probably fort he best. Myra had the same stronghold that Sonia did, and Eddie and his empathy made him a sitting duck.
After what it took and the sheer determination of it all, Richie figured he was resolute. That's where he was wrong. His fists were bloody, and he knows he broke them open but it's hard to know whether the majority of it was his blood or if most of it belonged to the asshole at the bar.
The kiss to his palm first gets a small wince, a sad fondness follows his eyes there after.]
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It's only until recently that they'd been able to really ease into the comfort of being together. The divorce had been finalized, and Richie had been there through all of it, which as unfortunate as it made him feel was probably fort he best. Myra had the same stronghold that Sonia did, and Eddie and his empathy made him a sitting duck.
After what it took and the sheer determination of it all, Richie figured he was resolute. That's where he was wrong. His fists were bloody, and he knows he broke them open but it's hard to know whether the majority of it was his blood or if most of it belonged to the asshole at the bar.
The kiss to his palm first gets a small wince, a sad fondness follows his eyes there after.]
I'm so sorry, Ed.