"Yeah. Don't act like you don't do it on purpose man." Mike made his eyes big and purposely round, attempting to do the shiny-liquid-eyed thing that Mike could pull off. It didn't work, and he mostly came off a little fish-eyed. He gave it up with a laugh. "Not sad, just ... I don't know. Expressive." Pretty, Mike guessed. But he didn't know if that was something you said even if you were maybe into guys, so he didn't. "I'll probably only get punched a few times as long as I promise to replace it."
"God. What is he. Prince Eddie? Duke Eddington? His Lord Edward?" Mike smirked, shaking his head and then pausing, considering. "I guess? Adopted step brothers? I still need to do a family tree chart for this place." Eddie's dad dated Bill's dad. Stan's dad was Sabrina's dad. It was pretty damned complicated. Good though. Mike liked that his friends had all these other friends and connections, people that liked them and weren't shitty to them. He felt a little behind sometimes, since he didn't know them all as well, but he was glad they got that.
"Richie's got a job," Mike pointed out with a laugh. "But I'll figure something out. Or if not, just help everybody get ready and take pictures like somebody's gramma," he teased.
"How come he has to ask, and not you?" Mike asked, just because he was curious. He didn't even know how stuff worked all that well with a relationship with a girl, let alone a guy. And really not with two. "I was trying to ease into talking about Stan and being bad at it," he admitted readily. Because Mike really wasn't great at subterfuge. "He just kind of mentioned some stuff to me. About you and him and me. I wanted to talk to you about it too. If you want to?"