Aw. That's embarrassing. You want to marry me? I'm nothing to write home about.
[Neither of them had any intention of returning home, let alone writing back to the family that might exist still in Maine. His joke felt like something worth laughing at, especially with how much Mrs. K had vehemently hated him when he was young. Richie was a blemish on the face of Derry from early on, and his reputation preceded him.
Now, he was just some B class comedian that got by on telling crude jokes to a middle-class audience. Which was fine with him, especially when it gave him the freedom to take Eddie on a trip like this. The sex wasn't the only freeing aspect of their little cabin getaway. No, a masseuse came in the following morning after their hour-long soak and removed any tenseness in their bodies as if it had never existed, to begin with.
After a filling breakfast and another shower, this time somehow putting their bath to shame Richie and Eddie are hand in hand on the beach, the warm breeze flapping his Hawaiian shirt out over the simple blue t-shirt he had underneath.
The beach is barren, it's their own little slot of land and despite it all, the environment still stayed every as romantic. The ring in his pocket is burning a hole in his leg. The walking hand in hand was perfect, but the longer he thinks about it the more overwhelming it seems to be. Richie stops short, pulling on Eddie's palm still grasped tightly within his own.]
Hey.
[Wow. This was supposed to be a whole lot easier, especially given how long he'd been planning it, and thinking about it. When the words don't come out of his mouth, Richie steps in for a long kiss- using that moment to find the confidence he'd had when the plane touched down. Right now it just felt like a head full of hot air.]
small time skip
[Neither of them had any intention of returning home, let alone writing back to the family that might exist still in Maine. His joke felt like something worth laughing at, especially with how much Mrs. K had vehemently hated him when he was young. Richie was a blemish on the face of Derry from early on, and his reputation preceded him.
Now, he was just some B class comedian that got by on telling crude jokes to a middle-class audience. Which was fine with him, especially when it gave him the freedom to take Eddie on a trip like this. The sex wasn't the only freeing aspect of their little cabin getaway. No, a masseuse came in the following morning after their hour-long soak and removed any tenseness in their bodies as if it had never existed, to begin with.
After a filling breakfast and another shower, this time somehow putting their bath to shame Richie and Eddie are hand in hand on the beach, the warm breeze flapping his Hawaiian shirt out over the simple blue t-shirt he had underneath.
The beach is barren, it's their own little slot of land and despite it all, the environment still stayed every as romantic. The ring in his pocket is burning a hole in his leg. The walking hand in hand was perfect, but the longer he thinks about it the more overwhelming it seems to be. Richie stops short, pulling on Eddie's palm still grasped tightly within his own.]
Hey.
[Wow. This was supposed to be a whole lot easier, especially given how long he'd been planning it, and thinking about it. When the words don't come out of his mouth, Richie steps in for a long kiss- using that moment to find the confidence he'd had when the plane touched down. Right now it just felt like a head full of hot air.]