Eddie Kaspbrak (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ekaspbrak) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Anger was going to get them through this. Anger was going to get him through this. It was going to keep him moving forward. It was going to make him face whatever it was that was trying to draw them towards the door. It was better than the alternative. Better than working himself into an anxiety attack. Better than giving in to that fear and freezing up, relying on Richie and only Richie to get him through this. This wasn't Neibolt. It wasn't the source of their childhood trauma. They weren't about to die in this place. That meant he could move forward a little more easily.
"Second floor." He murmured before roughly jabbing at the button a few times as if that would get them there faster, get this over with quicker. The elevator was probably a nightmare too but Eddie wasn't taking the time to really look at it. There was too much of a risk that seeing the elevator covered with blood, seeing Richie covered with blood would startle him enough to knock the anger out of him. If he wasn't angry there was a chance he'd just be scared.
Anger didn't mean he was completely ignorant of Richie's own feelings. Of the fact that his boyfriend probably couldn't see very well. That he was probably scared out of his fucking mind as well. That knowledge made him angrier somehow. It was bad enough that he was scared and covered in blood. Richie didn't deserve this shit. Reaching out he took ahold of the other's hand and let out a sigh, trying to look calmer as he turned to look at the other. Richie looked like a nightmare. "Are you okay?" He managed to ask. It was a short elevator ride but he could still ask.