"Rich!" Eddie hissed as he was swatted at. He didn't back down but he usually didn't. Not when it came to Richie. He reached down and shook at the other's arm again just to let the other know he wasn't leaving anytime soon. He wasn't busy. He probably wasn't even gaining anything from the sleep he was trying to get back to. He let out a long suffering sigh when Richie opened his eyes and squinted up at him. "Yes, fucker, it's me. Now get up before I take these shorts and go back to Stan's room."
The threat probably wasn't fair. He'd spent the past two nights in Stan's room, curled up with the other man because nights still seemed too dark and Eddie still hated the dark. He wouldn't sleep in the hammock alone and he'd feel silly running away to Sirius' place for a night. Besides, he was pretty sure Stan didn't mind. He may have even preferred not sleeping alone after everything they'd been through.
Feeling just a little self conscious, Eddie tugged the blankets off of Richie and tucked them around his legs, hiding them a little. "You look like shit." He murmured sadly, fingers tracing gently over a stubbly cheek. This was his fault. He should've handled himself better or, at the very least, he should've talked to Richie a lot sooner. He should've put him at ease.
He waited for a moment or two, studying Richie just to make sure the other wasn't going to push him away or try to go back to sleep or something. "I wanted to talk to you. I just... I wanted to let you know I was wrong and I'm sorry. I should've handled all of this a lot better instead of freaking out the way I did. I was just jealous, I guess. Jealous and then I overthought, literally, everything and you didn't deserve any of that shit."