|Eddie Kaspbrak (ekaspbrak) wrote in snapthread,|
@ 2019-11-11 18:59:00
|Entry tags:||eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier|
What: Fixing things
Where: Loser House
Status: Closed Incomplete
He may have chickened out again the night before. Sure, running around and talking to everyone about his problems had seemed like... well, not a great idea but it was an idea. It also wasn't really what he'd intended to happen. Running into Bill Weasley had been an accident. He hadn't meant to go looking for the other man. He'd meant to look for birds with Stan and then to try and figure out what it was he was feeling exactly. He hadn't really liked what he figured out but Bill had given him some good advice. He'd told Eddie to trust Richie. To trust that the other man knew what he deserved. What he wanted. Maybe Richie would've been better off with someone a little more like Bill. Someone confident and sure of themselves who could help Richie feel confident and sure of himself in all of this. There was no doubt in Eddie's mind that Richie could've had that if he really wanted to but, so far, it didn't seem like that was what he wanted. For some crazy reason or another he wanted Eddie.
So, Eddie was wrong. He had been wrong to get upset and wrong to storm out the way he had and wrong to spend so much time not talking to the one person he should've been talking to. The one person he hadn't actually seen much of at all after pulling away from him. He had to make this right before Richie assumed he had done something wrong and tried to apologize. Eddie didn't want that. Richie hadn't done anything wrong. He'd only made a friend during a time when he needed one most.
Standing outside the door to their shared room he took a breath before letting himself in. They'd spoken before about romance and what Eddie found romantic. He had ridiculously low standards since, apparently, a sloppily tied tie had meant the world to him. Richie hadn't actually mentioned what he found romantic but Eddie sort of knew what he liked. What he'd been whining for since they grew up. He'd made a stop at Van Dyne's in search of something special. Red running shorts were, surprisingly, easy to find. None of them had the little rainbow detail he remembered as a kid but that was fine. The effort was still there and the shorts were still short. He was a little embarrassed by it as an adult and really didn't know what he'd been thinking as a kid but, maybe, Richie would still appreciate them.
Unfortunately the other seemed to sleeping when he stepped into the room. Letting out a sigh he climbed onto the bed and then on top of Richie, straddling his sleeping boyfriend. "Rich..." He tried, voice as close to a whine as he'd let it be. "Come on! Wake up! I only have the courage to wear these things for a few more minutes before I go hide in Stan's room! Richie! Come on!" When that didn't work he shook the other gently before shoving his arm. "Wake up, jackass, I'm trying to apologize!"