Maybe it was lucky for Eddie that Richie's eyesight was shit. Even with glasses, finer details were lost on him this close up. But he wasn't a fool even if he likened himself as such. Emotion was -- well there was a lot of it.
He hadn't been kidding earlier, he was sorry. The idea of leaving Eddie ever again was sort of just heart wrenching and terrible and he wouldn't have even had to be the one to deal with it this time around. And even still, Eddie loved him. Which was tremendous all on its own because Richie was under no illusions abut how difficult a person he could be for so many reasons. He sniffed out a little noise, palm pressed against the curve of Eddie's jaw before he leaned in for another kiss, slow and careful and still better than any of shit his teenaged brain had ever been able to imagine. "So all the time?" He asked in jest. "Love you more. It's a competition and I'm winning." He said it quietly though, like maybe even if it was a joke, Richie kind of thought it was true.
"What are the odds I can get you naked?" he asked, although he was a bit hesitant to move in a way where Eddie might possibly take his hand out of his hair. Didn't stop him slipping a hand underneath that touristy shirt, though.