In the space between when Eddie had gotten up and then returned, Richie hadn't woken -- but he had curled into the spot where Eddie had been before, like he was reaching for warm that just wasn't there anymore. It wasn't uncommon these days for him to be frowning over something in sleep -- pouts, on the other hand, were a little less common. But he was definitely pouting right now.
He shifted a little, made a snuffle of a noise when Eddie climbed on top of him and shook at his shoulder. Not like any of them, the Losers, were heavy sleepers these days, but Richie wouldn't have slept through that anyway. He blinked one eye open (like that helped him any) and reached up, vague and tired in Eddie's direction. "Birthday Christmas?" He asked, which wasn't exactly the most well thought out question, but frankly he thought it made plenty of sense since it was his birthday and he was being straddled. Seemed like an extra good morning to him.
He'd get with the program eventually. It was pretty hard to ignore the smell of food, fire and coffee all coming from one place. He just -- needed a second. Maybe five.