[ even if eddie's never traveled through lax during the holidays before now, he confidently considers himself a journeyman. he’s more of a traveling generalist than anything, knows enough that one should add an extra hour to arrive at their designated gate. which means he gets richie ready and out the door four and a half hours before departure, but by the time they’re through traffic, bag check and security, they're left with little over an hour before boarding. which is too little time in eddie's book. richie, mercifully, is as easygoing a traveler as eddie’s ever seen, enough that eddie makes sure to check in on richie's wishes in order to avoid assuming complete control over the day like some kind of coked up tour guide.
over the course of the hour waiting, eddie’s worked up enough courage to lean himself against richie's shoulder, and more than once press his palm to richie's, fingers threading together. when the announcement comes, eddie straightens, unlocking his phone to refresh the weather app. ]
It’s that shit rain in Omaha. Knew this would happen.
[ he’s the worst person to travel with and he knows it. instead changes tact to compensate. ]
we contain multitudes
over the course of the hour waiting, eddie’s worked up enough courage to lean himself against richie's shoulder, and more than once press his palm to richie's, fingers threading together. when the announcement comes, eddie straightens, unlocking his phone to refresh the weather app. ]
It’s that shit rain in Omaha. Knew this would happen.
[ he’s the worst person to travel with and he knows it. instead changes tact to compensate. ]
Nearly five. Buy you a drink?