beverly & richie
"It's romantic," Richie pointed out of his tie, like it was absolute fact. Which, obviously, it was. Because some tiny version of Eddie had told him so, and Richie still believed it to be true even now that they were grown up again. God, this place was fucking weird. But Richie dug it. "And I dunno. We'll see. I'm like, not planning a wedding over here just yet. I might just wear whatever I wake up in, you never know." Okay, maybe he was a little. Because Richie was no so secretly a sentimental sap who was a lot more sensitive than what he really wanted to let on. But it wasn't like Beverly of all people probably didn't know that.
"Uhhh. No. I -- don't know?" Richie actually looked a little nervous over the thought. "I really don't know. I keep thinking, you know. It's gotta be perfect. The moment's gotta be right but not fabricated or too obvious because he knows okay, and I want it to be a surprise, a little?" If he busted out a bottle of wine and tried romancing Eddie, it just wouldn't work out. Eddie'd be onto him in the hottest of seconds. "Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. New Years? Is that too cliche? Oh my god help me."
Listen, he knew Beverly hadn't had the best time in her marriage. She hadn't been wearing a ring in Derry, and she'd been sporting some bruises that everyone had been too chickenshit to bring up, but had still made Richie want to get out a baseball bat and make it familiar with some asshat's face. But it wasn't like she didn't understand the concept of romance even if she'd not quite found it yet -- of that, he was sure.