Richie Trashmouth Tozier (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} trashmouthloser) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Analyzing risk. Richie's expression over that one was slightly judgmental going on carefully blank, because if Eddie had done a little more of that back at Neibolt -- well. Richie would probably be dead. But Eddie wouldn't, and that felt more important to him. Not that he was going to say so. Especially right now. But it was something he thought about a lot.
"Right?" He asked, a little wary, and wondering if he ought to be pushing the elevator button again, or maybe if they ought to be trying their luck with the stairs. "We haven't even gotten to the point where you were screaming mine out yet." He had to at least try and play this cool, because they'd both be useless in a pinch if they went straight to panic mode. And the best way to keep from going there, was by making a bad joke. It was Richie's way of things. Little kids were the worst horror creatures -- or pretty near the top of the list anyway -- and he was hoping they were just weirdos and not like ... out to murder them.
"What?" He repeated when Eddie asked him the same thing, and then he leaned forward to hit the button again, a split second decision. "Oh. Well. Hah. Good one." Listen, he didn't know if it had been a joke, and he didn't know if he was interested anyway -- kids were literally not something he'd ever considered before, and they weren't really in the best circumstance to think about weird shit like that anyway. It'd just sort of -- struck him. That he was actually in a relationship now, one that he wanted to be in for literal ever. And he might, at some point, have to consider topics like this realistically.
He bumped shoulders with Eddie -- just to calm the both of their nerves, and the elevator doors dinged open -- this time, thankfully, without any children or issues. So he stepped in and waited for Eddie before punching in the button for ground level.
"Wait," he said again, "do you want to get married?" This time he was mostly joking, because Richie most certainly already had opinions on this topic.