Reddie
Richie didn't miss the way that Eddie sort of softened over -- well, maybe the tie or the carrot or both and god, what a soft touch. Richie didn't know if it was really that easy to make him happy or maybe if he just normally set the bar so lo wit wasn't hard to get over it.
"A guy can dream," he said, finishing off the carrot with a loud crunch. But yeah, okay, he got it. The little duck was a nervous little fucker -- kind of like Eddie himself and so he could see why Eds was worried. And he could see why he'd adopted the little dude to begin with. It was all very cute, if not a vicious cycle. But Richie liked little Staniel Jr anyway.
"Carrot sticks are nearly as romantic as ties," he said sagely, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Because he could do that now and it really wasn't fucking getting old. He just dug it. Kinda like he dug that honey. "Wanna drink?"