❪ he knows (god, does he ever) they probably shouldn't be doing this right now. he's just woken up, filled to the brim with tubing and other equipment with drugs being pumped in to settle whatever real pain he doesn't feel right now. eddie knows, he knows... but god, he's been waiting for this for nearly three decades. he just can't bring himself to wait any longer.

besides the light and warmth of the thread connecting them is doing wonders, he finds, to strengthen his resolve to see this through.

he presses his forehead back against rich, hands still cupping his face and smiling faintly. the small break isn't hard to notice as it slips out and hopes soothe away in worried feelings by pressing his lips to the corner of richie's lips. ❫

Since that moment in those sewers the first time. I knew from the moment I saw that stupid thread, ❪ he says with a sigh. ❫ Sorry it took so long to tell you.