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[respirations]

EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2 voice strength: ★★★★★ shipping: i'm reddie trash but i'm also all about that platonic love with the other losers preferences: gen, smut, shippy, angst, au, cross-canon, slice of life. notes: for some fun starting points: some random assortment of memes and aus for days; feel free to go the other worldly route; also throw pics or random sentences at me and a kink generator because why not. hit me up for starters if you'd like. there's no crying in baseball but there is crying in my rp but let's have fun, ok. picture prompts • quote prompts • music prompts • etc

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[beep_beep]

[ He just grins at him, like everything's fine, like it doesn't tear him up inside seeing Eddie hurting so badly. He's thankful every day he's still breathing, but that doesn't make him regret that he didn't move faster to stop it to begin with every damn day. ]

Sure thing. I can eat later, I'll save it for when you get up.

[ He helps the other to the door, letting him handle what he can manage and quickly moving in to pick up the slack when Eddie needs it, trying to manage the balance that will keep the bitching to a minimum. Not that he couldn't listen to Eddie bitch all day, but in this particular case it's more about keeping him from overdoing it. It's the work of a moment to unlock the door, and then he guides them inside, pausing only for a moment to lock the door again before heading for the bathroom with him, careful to stop for breaks when it looks like Eddie needs one. ]

[respirations]

( Eddie just watches Richie with a quiet look as if he's trying to read something that he can't quite see clearly. He loves Richie's smile, his grin but there's something there that he doesn't quite understand but they're still learning about one another, right? He imagines it'll all come together, eventually but he knows (understands) things are also still fragile around the edges. )

Or you could eat now, you dork. Seriously, I mean it. You didn't leave the entire time I was at therapy and I know none of that shit in the vending machines at the hospital are worth anything.

( Yet despite how much he wants to prove himself to Richie, he allows himself to be helped along to the door as he keeps close once Richie opens the door and then locks the door behind them. The house they're renting is nice compared to some of the shit around Maine, it's nothing like his home in New York and definitely nothing like the pictures of Richie's house back in L.A. that he's seen but it works. If anything there is just something to be said about how calm things are when they are just in this house, together.

He follows along, taking it easy as they go to the bathroom and he finally removes his grip from Richie's bicep to move over to the tub. Once he gets the water running, not to hot but comfortable does he stand back upright to start getting undressed. He's had to survive on button downs since getting out of the hospital but its better than struggling to get shirts over his head. )

If your serious about not eating then you should join me. ( He says carefully, unsure but glancing back as he shrugs off his shirt. ) If you want. It'll be a nice chance to relax together since this week has been so busy.