[ Richie listens attentively, not once picking at his clothes or fidgeting and his leg doesn't even start bouncing up and down, not once--that's because Eddie needs him to listen, so he'll listen, even if he still has to stare off into the corner of the room as he does so. Eddie crying, even if it's less than it had been before, but it's still a lot.
He's eating those weird pills, too, and that's just second nature, he figures, because that's just Eddie. In a weird way that gives him sort sort of sense of normalcy: Richie will be loud and say something stupid, and Eddie will dope himself up. That doesn't mean it's enough, but it's a start, and Richie does the only thing he can think of and move forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Eddie's smaller frame.
He has to think of something, he has to say something-- ]
We will. [ It's still not enough. He stays like that, just holding his best friend, and decides not to wait until he can find the perfect phrase to cheer him up. He just says the first thing on his mind: ]
Hey--hey, if you go to hell, I'll be there, too. We can have a rock war with satan.
(The fact that Richie Tozier was sitting completely still and being quiet spoke volumes. Volumes that were loud enough to help begin to water down all of that panic screaming in Eddie's head. It makes Eddie begin to steady out, even without the Xanax kicking in. He stares back at Richie, taking in a few slow, deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Your lungs work just fine, Eds. It's a ghost of Richie's voice, working into one ear and out the other, even with the real Richie right in front of him.
He's gonna be okay. They both will be. Like Richie had said, they had been through worse before. Now they just had to get over feeling like this.
Eddie doesn't really know why he doesn't expect the hug. In retrospect, it's obvious that Richie would hug him after a bad breakdown like that. Any of the Losers would. But after everything from before, Eddie sometimes still didn't really expect his best friend to do this kind of thing anymore.
So when it happens, Eddie makes a keen noise of surprise, his body tensing up for all of a split second. But he's in desperate need of comfort, and Richie was the kinda medicine that they just didn't bottle up. His arms automatically lock around Richie and he's hugging back just as tightly. It's been a long, long time since Richie held onto him like this and Eddie's only tense through it for about a second before he just lets it happen.
His body sinks into it and he rests his face against Richie's shoulder. Thank God, thank God, I don't deserve this but thank you God-
Then, just as unexpected as the hug was, the statement Richie says after? It's so shocking to Eddie that he doesn't respond right away. But then he starts shaking, and at first it'd be pretty easy to figure the kid was having another break down, but then the giggling starts pouring out of him until he's full on cracking up against Richie.)
Jesus fuck, Richie! (He picks his head up and leans back just enough to look at his best friend, flushed in the face from crying and laughing so hard. Richie said a whole lot of stupid shit on a regular basis, but Eddie was always his number one supporter and he really did think this kid was gonna make it big one day. How could he fucking not with lines like that? Eddie shouldn't even be laughing so hard, but there he was, getting a cramp in his side because he couldn't stop. His face drops back against Richie's shoulder and affection crackled throughout his entire chest. Jesus, he really did love this kid.)
Fuck you, I'm trying to despair here in peace and you just-. Oh my God! (Make it completely better, is what he's trying to say.
It wasn't perfect, but Eddie felt like some of that heavy weight had already been chipped away from him.
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He's eating those weird pills, too, and that's just second nature, he figures, because that's just Eddie. In a weird way that gives him sort sort of sense of normalcy: Richie will be loud and say something stupid, and Eddie will dope himself up. That doesn't mean it's enough, but it's a start, and Richie does the only thing he can think of and move forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Eddie's smaller frame.
He has to think of something, he has to say something-- ]
We will. [ It's still not enough. He stays like that, just holding his best friend, and decides not to wait until he can find the perfect phrase to cheer him up. He just says the first thing on his mind: ]
Hey--hey, if you go to hell, I'll be there, too. We can have a rock war with satan.
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He's gonna be okay. They both will be. Like Richie had said, they had been through worse before. Now they just had to get over feeling like this.
Eddie doesn't really know why he doesn't expect the hug. In retrospect, it's obvious that Richie would hug him after a bad breakdown like that. Any of the Losers would. But after everything from before, Eddie sometimes still didn't really expect his best friend to do this kind of thing anymore.
So when it happens, Eddie makes a keen noise of surprise, his body tensing up for all of a split second. But he's in desperate need of comfort, and Richie was the kinda medicine that they just didn't bottle up. His arms automatically lock around Richie and he's hugging back just as tightly. It's been a long, long time since Richie held onto him like this and Eddie's only tense through it for about a second before he just lets it happen.
His body sinks into it and he rests his face against Richie's shoulder. Thank God, thank God, I don't deserve this but thank you God-
Then, just as unexpected as the hug was, the statement Richie says after? It's so shocking to Eddie that he doesn't respond right away. But then he starts shaking, and at first it'd be pretty easy to figure the kid was having another break down, but then the giggling starts pouring out of him until he's full on cracking up against Richie.)
Jesus fuck, Richie! (He picks his head up and leans back just enough to look at his best friend, flushed in the face from crying and laughing so hard. Richie said a whole lot of stupid shit on a regular basis, but Eddie was always his number one supporter and he really did think this kid was gonna make it big one day. How could he fucking not with lines like that? Eddie shouldn't even be laughing so hard, but there he was, getting a cramp in his side because he couldn't stop. His face drops back against Richie's shoulder and affection crackled throughout his entire chest. Jesus, he really did love this kid.)
Fuck you, I'm trying to despair here in peace and you just-. Oh my God! (Make it completely better, is what he's trying to say.
It wasn't perfect, but Eddie felt like some of that heavy weight had already been chipped away from him.
Yeah, they definitely would be okay.)