Eddie | Richie
No, there really wasn't a hell of a lot that Eddie could ever say that'd make Richie change his mind. He'd been in love with Eddie for about as long as he could remember now, and even when they annoyed each other, that had never changed. No, Richie had been finding excuses to poke at and lean on, and walk up on curbs in order to lose his balance in Eddie's general direction since about forever and he was gonna keep on doing that. Especially now that he basically had just made a verbal contract with Eddie about it. Way better than a ten minute hammock rule -- this was the sort of agreement that Rich wouldn't soon pretend to forget about.
He could live in this moment forever, he decided. Replay it on a bad day, or when he felt nervous or sick or like maybe he was doing something wrong just for being himself. Maybe it'll help him remember that it wasn't, that he didn't need to always have to hide behind a joke when he was scared. Because Eddie liked and had hugged him and --
And Richie lost every single thought he'd ever had and might ever have again in a quick whoosh because Eddie leaned back a little from the hug only to come in close again and kiss him and it was clumsy but not really sloppy because Eddie probably didn't know the meaning of the word and honestly it was just a peck of the lips to start and Richie might have died happy with just that but for the fact that he was given just enough opportunity to kiss back and he couldn't not. He had no fucking idea what the Rolling Stones had to say about this but Richie was all the fuck over it, leaning in until his glasses bumped up against Eddie's face and who cared because this was everything he wanted and maybe even more.