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"And there's a power outage," Richie says to themself as they flip the switch on the kitchen wall. They flip it another time, and the lights stay off, proving their point. That meant they were going to have cereal for breakfast.
Richie returns to the bedroom.
When they get there, they see Eddie star-fished across the bed, blankets tangled around him. They smile at him. Then they crawl back into bed with their lover, wrapping their arms around him.
"Eddie," they say, trying to wake him up. "Wake up, Sweetheart." Eddie grunts, but otherwise makes no move to get up or even open his eyes. Richie repeats his name a little louder, and Eddie reluctantly turns over to glare sleepily at them.
"Did you have to wake me up this early?" He always wondered how they were up so early. Then again, Richie was always the first one asleep.
"It's almost ten, Eds." Richie smirks. Eddie groans then shoves his face in their neck. Richie chuckles.
"Don't laugh at me," Eddie says to them, pulling back and flopping onto his back. He rubs at his eyes and blinks a few times. "I will suffocate you."
"Won't you miss me when I die?"
Eddie looks at them for a long second. "No," he says, a smile threatening to form despite what he was saying. "Definitely not. Maybe I'll get to sleep if you're dead."
Richie grins. "You're lying." They prop their head up with their arm, reaching over with the other to grab Eddie's hand. "You're gonna miss me," they sing, squeezing Eddie's hand.
Eddie fights the smile as long as he can, but as soon as their fingers move to graze his side, it's game over. Eddie shrieks as Richie leans forward, and uses both of their hands to tickle the other.
"Admit it! Admit you'll miss me, Spaghetti!"
Eddie continues laughing loudly until he can't take the treatment anymore. "Fine! Fine! I'll miss you if you die!"
They pull back, grinning satisfactorily. "Aha! I knew it!" Both of them as are breathing hard as Richie lays back beside their lover. Their expression softens. "Just so you know, it goes both ways."
Eddie looks at them, chest heaving from the activity. His own expression softens.
"Oh, by the way, we're having a power outage."
"Now you tell me?"