"Wow, rude. I was always faithful to your mom," Richie said, only half paying attention to his own words because a shirtless Eddie was a nice Eddie. He was hiding all that joggers fitness underneath too large t-shirts and cardigans and Richie was enrapt by the dipping V his hips made.
It was nearly distracting enough for him to forget he was trying to get his own shirt off too, but after a second, he was tossing that to the floor. They matched and it should have been awful but Richie liked Eddie's scar in that it had healed and he was here instead of down in that cistern, dead.
"I love you," he blurted again, because the last time had carried a joke with it and that wasn't how he wanted it to be, not all the time. Sometimes he had to say it and he had to completely mean it without covering himself up any. He shifted, pulling Eddie closer, until they were pressed together and space was an afterthought, and grazed his teeth across his jaw, nipped at the skin beneath it and then squeezed at Eddie's ass before deciding that sweatpants had no place in this home.