[ 'i wish' are words that richie very much bites down hard on to keep them from accidentally escaping, and really, eddie is a terrible little gremlin for lobbing him a line like that. ordinarily he might just go for it anyway, if only to see eddie's face after he said it, but the both of them feel too raw right now for something so painfully honest, and if he brings up eddie's mom again so soon he might just make himself actually physically sick.

still, eddie seems to brighten exponentially at the mere idea of showing richie around and maybe he doesn't want to spoil any of that just yet. even if he is oh so painfully tempted to renege on that decision the moment eddie starts spouting off about a 'sweet ride'.

he doesn't know what he was expecting eddie to bring back, really, but the red fucking monsters he pulls up alongside richie in certainly isn't it, whatever it was. what the fuck. ]

Holy fucking shit, Eds, who'd you have to whack to get your hands on this fucking thing?

[ and now he's done holding himself back with self-control that's always been practically nonexistent to begin with. he swoops down low into eddie's space and wraps one hand around one of eddie's shins, wagging the entire leg slightly back and forth in his grip. ] And how the fuck are you even driving it with these tiny little things, anyway? Can you even reach the pedals?