Maybe it wasn't fair, coming to Eddie for comfort when he had no doubt been a nervous, anxious wreck about it all, but there was just -- well. Richie couldn't really help himself. Not only could they both understand the horror of seeing the other dead but - Richie couldn't lie. If he had to pick one person he always wanted to see no matter what his mood was like, it'd always be Eddie. So really, crawling into bed with him just made sense. And Eddie's wandering hands were the reassurance he'd been looking for.
He'd questioned Eddie once -- about how did he know if he wasn't actually dead? And now Richie had to wonder the same thing about himself. A laugh sort of bubbled and burst out of him and he shook his head a little, but not enough to move him away from Eddie. In fact, he leaned in again, looking for another kiss. "Maybe," he said, which wasn't a yes or a no. He wasn't okay, but he was pretty sure he was alive. Which seemed like a positive thing.