[ Everything Richie is feeling would be way too overwhelming if Eddie weren't right here with him, experiencing those same emotions. He manages a smile of his own, sniffling again before pressing soft, gentle kisses to Eddie's cheeks and lips.
This feels so right. They've done this countless times - almost daily, when they were in high school - and the quiet comfort it evokes in Richie's heart is just as potent now as it was all those years ago. After a few moments his tears subside, and for a little while he just lies there with Eddie, still in disbelief that not only did he forget all about this, but that he somehow managed to get it back, too.
Eventually, though, that nagging thought from earlier finds its way to his lips, despite his best attempts to hold it back. ]
Eddie, [ he murmurs, suddenly nervous, ] what about... what about your -
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This feels so right. They've done this countless times - almost daily, when they were in high school - and the quiet comfort it evokes in Richie's heart is just as potent now as it was all those years ago. After a few moments his tears subside, and for a little while he just lies there with Eddie, still in disbelief that not only did he forget all about this, but that he somehow managed to get it back, too.
Eventually, though, that nagging thought from earlier finds its way to his lips, despite his best attempts to hold it back. ]
Eddie, [ he murmurs, suddenly nervous, ] what about... what about your -
[ even saying the word is difficult: ]
- your wife?