Richie and Eddie, possibly open to others.
Eddie's mind wandered as it usually did. Richie thought his cookie tasted better. Because he was holding it? Did that mean Richie wanted to kiss his hand? No. Couldn't be. This was the same Richie who made jokes about his mom and didn't flinch when walking into a sewer. He was too much of a guy for that girly stuff. He was just making another joke.
"You did the carnival wrong. It's rides first, then food." Eddie said holding up one finger, then a second finger as if counting off a list. "And if we ever get to go to Disney or someplace like that through a door - it's regular rides, then rides where you get splashed with water, than food." He did the same thing with his fingers, then dropped his hand down, just in time to feel Richie's fingers brush against his. He decided to be a little brave and took Richie's hand, holding it gently as they watched the party. "But at least we know you won't puke. Three corndogs and cotton candy before the tilt-o-whirl? You've got Superman's stomach. You're both trashmouth and garbage guts."