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, |
Holidays were a good excuse for plenty of things, that was true. But they didn't need excuses -- that was actually a lesson they were still learning. Slow and sometimes awkward, but Richie liked to think they were getting better at it. It was a lot easier to want these days without just pining from a few feet away. Having was pretty fucking great.
"I suppose it is a good call, not having to kiss your teenaged fathers," Richie said thoughtfully, sort of wincing in sympathy. Yeah, he'd hung the mistletoe up but maybe, just maybe, he hadn't thought of the possible consequences. Probably no one was shocked.
Richie couldn't much imagine that holidays with Myra were any fun at all -- he didn't know what kind of family she had, and frankly he was a little afraid to ask if Eddie wasn't volunteering. "And I didn't have much fun all on my own," he admitted instead. "We did alright when we were kids though. I used to sneak in through your window when I thought I could get away with it, remember? I guess it's different though. As kids." Because back then it was all just excitement for having off of school, or for getting a particularly cool toy or comic or something. It wasn't necessarily about being with the people you loved -- although Richie liked to think that the Losers had always been a little better at that than most kids.
But Eddie was right, of fucking course he was. Because Richie, right now, wouldn't be any kind of happy at all on this holiday if Eds weren't right here and alive. "That's sappy as shit," he said, but it came out soft and fond instead of accusing. "Hey, uh, Eds?"