open post;; yeah why's it so fuckin' funny dickwad?

[hypochondrias]

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[hypochondrias]

I’m making sure that doesn’t happen to me
When did you last take a vacation? Or do you travel for work and call it both?

[trashmouthing]

pretty much that second one
if i'm out of town for work i usually find some time to fuck around
buy some cowboy boots

[hypochondrias]

Sounds like the dream man
I’m happy for you

[trashmouthing]

yeah turns out you can be a drunk fuck anywhere in this country
the great american pastime

[hypochondrias]

Richie Tozier
Doing that better than anyone else

[trashmouthing]

you know it baby

[hypochondrias]

I hope this doesn’t sound prying or something but
Does your work make you happy?

[trashmouthing]

does yours

[hypochondrias]

I used to find comfort in the numbers and statistics but no it absolutely does not make me happy
I always thought it seemed super obvious

[trashmouthing]

[ he's not happy with his job, can't possibly be happy with his wife, and richie still doesn't have the right to ask him to leave. the fact that richie has to keep reminding himself isn't particularly promising. ]

cards on the table i don't think any of us were happy when we met up
and half of us have wikipedia entries
not that that means anything
just life

[hypochondrias]

[ in truth, eddie’s life is a series of decisions that he can no longer remember the logic of. there was a line of thinking, surely, but years and a near-fatal injury later, it’s almost foreign to him. like someone else’s brain was making these choices for him, like eddie’s just woken up from a thirty year long dream.

what richie is for him now eddie hasn’t fully wrapped his mind around. but his counsel, such as it is, has quickly become invaluable. and in a case like this where he’s evaluating his life as a whole, richie's ear is beyond that - it’s needed. ]

No I don’t think any of us were
What’s success in life if unhappiness follows you everywhere you go?

I don’t want you to be unhappy Rich
That thought really fucks with me

[trashmouthing]

[ there's a world out there where richie tells him to do something about it, then. richie's whole life has been a question with only one answer. ]

worry about yourself spagedward
you're not the one about to get their flippers into three pairs of cowboy boots

[hypochondrias]

Worrying is quite literally my job

[trashmouthing]

false
worrying isn't boring
your job is boring

[hypochondrias]

What are you even talking about dude
Besides you can’t force me not to worry about you
Fuckin make me

[trashmouthing]

i'm fine eds
come on

[hypochondrias]

It’s funny you’re saying that like I have a choice

[trashmouthing]

you have lots of choices
that's kind of the whole point

[ of what, he doesn't say. he knows he isn't being especially clear or helpful, or doing anything to particularly assuage eddie's concerns. but richie's always been selfish and he's always known it. the point of every minute they've spent apart since derry is richie trying to will someone with his brain from across state lines to want him back, worry about him only, choose him every time.

to soften up this whole talk, though, he sends a picture of another store. this time it's cowboy hats. ]

i think i can build a whole new brand out here

[hypochondrias]

[ eddie doesn’t need to know the man as well as he does to sense that there’s a lot more richie isn’t saying. and that whatever it is richie’s talking about is, at best, running in a parallel line to whatever point eddie had been trying to make. whether the two lines of thought shall meet is besides the point now; eddie zeroes in on the first thought and latches on even through the change of topic. ]

You really need a new writing staff if you’re gonna make it in the south dude
And if you’re gonna try and distract me from asking follow up questions you have to at least send me pictures of your face
What’s the whole point you mean?
You can tell me if you want me to stop asking

[trashmouthing]

[ no text, just a quick looping image of richie in a twinkling light-up cowboy hat ]

[hypochondrias]

Yeah yeah okay I get it

[trashmouthing]

does that mean you want one

[hypochondrias]

No man
No I do not

[trashmouthing]

the souvenir hunt continues

[hypochondrias]

Whatever makes you happy