Eddie's hand slipped back in to Richie's hair, fingers tangling in the drying curls as he cupped the back of his head to keep him close. "I'll take maybe." Because he did understand. He'd never actually, really dealt with any of it, but he'd figured out some semblance of coping eventually. Maybe they'd help each other somehow. Or at least keep themselves in denial together. And maybe, if Richie looked close enough, he would see tears in Eddie's eyes, but they wouldn't fall. Not now at least.
His other hand tucked up under Richie's shirt, seeking warm skin that still held the remnants of Richie's shower too, a little extra heat and the soft, smooth feeling that came from his soap. "I love you Richie." he murmured between the kisses, just as soft, "Even when I really fucking hate you."