(It all happens quick enough that Eddie doesn't notice the awkward shift in where Richie's hands were. Even if he were in the right mind state why would he ever notice? Eddie was very talented at convincing himself of certain realities, and the reality of an awkwardly responding Richie Tozier brought up too many questions that Eddie wouldn't have the answers to. So. It would be shut out. Like everything else.
When Richie goes cool as a cucumber, calmer than most people even realized he was capable of, Eddie's whole body started to do the exact opposite. He shifted from foot to foot, his fingers twitching and he absently folds his hands together over his chest before pulling them apart. His right, ruined hand absently makes a strange sort of motion, but Richie of all people might be able to recognize it as a motion that would normally accompany an inhaler. But there's no inhaler.
Eddie makes a thin wheezing sound and moves closer towards Richie before taking an immediate step back. Lying was never an option. But figuring out how to tell the truth had always been hard too. Eddie winds up touching his own arm. The scars there were angry looking. Relatively fresh.)
Someone stabbed me. (That...Was all he could really say. His hand slides down, over the accompanying scars below the worst one. His eyes were focused on Richie's shoulders. One part of him couldn't stand to see whatever was going on on Richie's face, but another part of him still had to look at Richie in some small way. Eddie wasn't really keen on letting him out of his sight anytime soon.)
It happened a little while ago. It's all a little hazy. But I remember-. (Eddie smiles then. It's a tired kind of smile.)
I remember during the worst of it I froze up and then I heard you screaming at me to run in my head. So I got away. (Albeit unsuccessfully, but Eddie doesn't feel the need to point that out. He just thinks maybe it would be some small comfort to Richie to know that even if he hadn't been here, he was why Eddie had eventually gotten away.)
You were screaming my name and telling me I had to gun it.
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When Richie goes cool as a cucumber, calmer than most people even realized he was capable of, Eddie's whole body started to do the exact opposite. He shifted from foot to foot, his fingers twitching and he absently folds his hands together over his chest before pulling them apart. His right, ruined hand absently makes a strange sort of motion, but Richie of all people might be able to recognize it as a motion that would normally accompany an inhaler. But there's no inhaler.
Eddie makes a thin wheezing sound and moves closer towards Richie before taking an immediate step back. Lying was never an option. But figuring out how to tell the truth had always been hard too. Eddie winds up touching his own arm. The scars there were angry looking. Relatively fresh.)
Someone stabbed me. (That...Was all he could really say. His hand slides down, over the accompanying scars below the worst one. His eyes were focused on Richie's shoulders. One part of him couldn't stand to see whatever was going on on Richie's face, but another part of him still had to look at Richie in some small way. Eddie wasn't really keen on letting him out of his sight anytime soon.)
It happened a little while ago. It's all a little hazy. But I remember-. (Eddie smiles then. It's a tired kind of smile.)
I remember during the worst of it I froze up and then I heard you screaming at me to run in my head. So I got away. (Albeit unsuccessfully, but Eddie doesn't feel the need to point that out. He just thinks maybe it would be some small comfort to Richie to know that even if he hadn't been here, he was why Eddie had eventually gotten away.)
You were screaming my name and telling me I had to gun it.