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"Just like when we were kids," Eddie says, grinning, like he's remembering the same things. Richie's mom's footsteps pounding down up the stairs, Richie's bedroom door slamming open as she shouted at them to shut the fuck up for the tenth time.
"Yeah, just like," Richie says. He lifts his hand to touch Eddie's face, wanting to touch him and knowing Eddie won't mind. He ends up smacking his hand down hard, a slap of a caress to hide his want, leaving Eddie frowning so he can go shower and get ready for bed.
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Eddie’s had this alarming habit recently of staring at Richie’s face while Richie is talking and completely tuning out whatever Richie is saying to instead scrutinize each one of his physical characteristics and decide whether or not he finds them attractive. It’s probably flattering because, on the whole, his judgment is: attractive. But the entire exercise has an air of anger and incredulity that makes it difficult for Richie to feel too smug about it. Eddie thinks Richie’s ears are cute and he wants to bite them, but he’s fucking pissed about it, apparently.
Or, Richie has a side-effect from the deadlights: he can read Eddie’s mind.
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When everything in Derry is said and done, Eddie really doesn’t know what the fuck to do. He goes back to New York, alone, because he doesn't have any other immediate options - and he heals.
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- Part 1 of count the rings around my eyes
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Richie got tall. And broad. He had these wide shoulders and big hands that he’d gesture with emphatically when making some dumb joke about fucking Eddie’s dead mother. At one point, he poured Eddie a finger of Jameson and when Eddie tried to wave it off, Richie took hold of his wrist with one hand and pressed the glass into Eddie’s open palm with the other.
Eddie took a long sip as he had two equally shocking and mortifying thoughts in quick succession. The first was I want his hand around my dick, followed by holy fuck, I’m in love with this dirty asshole.
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Claudia does Madeleine's makeup and remembers some bittersweet memories.
Claudia kissed the top of Madeleine’s head, hands settling on her love’s shoulders. She watched their reflections in the mirror before them, watched Madeleine meticulously take out her hair clips and set them down neatly on the vanity.
“Love,” Claudia started to separate the waves with her fingers. “Can I do your makeup tonight?”