[ richie's used to eddie ignoring him - that's something he can definitely remember, because he still does it, still tries to make richie shut up by swearing at him and brushing him off. he's too easy to get riled up, which is why richie always pushed his buttons. it was fun to get a rise out of him, then and now.

not now as in this moment, though, not when eddie's still fucking bleeding and how the hell do you even fix something like this?! ]

It's obviously not fine, Crapsbrak, [ he protests, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he takes a better look at the wound. once eddie's seated it's easier to lean in and try to figure out what the fuck he's going to do to fix this. you can't put a bandage on the inside of someone's mouth, can you?

eddie's sarcastic comment makes him snort, and he shoots the other man an exasperated look of his own. ] No, I'm gonna let you bleed out in this fucking bathroom and use it as material for my next show. What do you think I'm gonna do, stupid?

[ calling him names is easy. it makes that weird feeling go away, at least a little. taking a breath, richie reaches up to grasp eddie's wrist and pulls it away gingerly, letting out a small sound of horror as he takes in the full extent of what bowers has done.

it's not terrible, but it's not pretty, either, and richie thinks distantly that it'll probably leave a scar. ]

What do I do? [ he asks finally, completely at a loss. ]