Eddie | Richie
Of course he hadn't wanted to ask Tony. Tony Stark, who was Eddie's new hero because he knew about stuff like pokemans and bacteria. Richie could know about those things too, if he wanted to. Well. At least the bacteria parts. He didn't know what a pokemon was even after now having seen several. But that wasn't the point. The point was, Rich hadn't really asked Tony specifically anyway. He'd just volunteered. And it was kinda hard to be jealous of a kid who was so nice anyway. But that didn't mean he was gonna leave Eddie alone with him at any point, either.
"Well, you asked me to," he said, as if that explained everything about his tie wearing and hair combing tendencies for the day. It did not, actually. If anything, his behavior only lead to further questions, but apparently neither of them were planning on asking those questions. And that was fine. Richie was too busy being equal parts relieved and happy and terrified to deal with more things.
Of course he thought it was nice that Eddie liked his hair the way it usually was, that he knew that Richie didn't actually like having it combed down into place, and that despite the tie he liked Richie just how he normally was. He liked Richie. And jesus fucking christ, if Richie didn't like Eddie right back. More than, really. He'd carved their initials into the kissing bridge back home and sometimes it was all he could do to not just blurt it out, especially when Eddie did that smile at him.
"Well," Richie said, and the tie around his neck felt tight, his grip on his burning juice firmer than was strictly necessary. "There's more where that came from." And it shoulda been a joke. It kind of was a joke. If not for the anxious and hopeful tack on at the end. "If you want."