"Fuckin liar." Eddie laughed, detailing himself from Richie so he could lift his arms to get out of the shirt. The shift between them was good, switching from something tight and tense to something more comfortable. They could fall into each other and not worry about the past few days because this felt better.
Once his shirt was tossed aside he worked on the same for Richie. The scars were jarring in a way, but also not. He ran a hand over what he could see, just gently running his palm over the marred skin in a way that acknowledged them without lingering. They were significant, they'd always mean something and be a reminder of what Richie'd experienced. But They wouldn't matter just the way Eddie's hadn't mattered but still meant something too. He wrapped himself around Richie's broad shoulders and leaned up to kiss him again.