[ There it is. Of course Eddie can bring it out of him, almost at will. That hint of playfulness in Richie's eyes, in the tone of his voice that Eddie's so fond of now. Richie's special brand of nonchalant irreverence has been missing from Eddie's life these past few months; two minutes in and Eddie's both invoked it and decided there is no scenario where he can live without it.

This might be the best weekend of Eddie's life and it's barely started. ]

Ahh. Fuck. Fuck.

[ Disarmed, Eddie's eyes slide closed. Naturally Richie's come to visit under the pretense of telling Eddie the whole truth, but that part where Richie expresses his attraction hadn't figured into the equation yet. Eddie's fingers dig into Richie's shoulders as they walk backwards, leaning into Richie's lead with all the trust of a dutiful golden retriever.

Wherever Richie goes, Eddie follows. ]

I was gonna say, [ he begins, voice low, ] the part where you tell me what you want. But now I think I just want you to tell me everything that goes through your head.

[ Eddie's found himself backed up against an old steamer chest at the foot of the bed. On it Eddie's left his overly packed luggage. Good. Easy access if he needs it. ]

Everything you say. God. I don't wanna live without it.