With Richie finally perched above him, Eddie laughed again lightly. His eyes, though they showed his smile at the corners, were softer. Showing less the laughter and more love and almost awe as he settled his hands up Richie's sides. Pretty much since It had stabbed him he'd thought this wouldn't be possible. He'd known right away that he was going to die, and then he'd gotten to the hotel and Richie had been with someone else, and then Richie had died too. But they were here and it was better than he'd ever thought because even he could never get Richie just right.
"I am obviously not going to object to that." He murmured, his hand brushing across Richie's chest, just...touching him, thumb catching on his nipple purposefully.