(The fear is mutual. It had been God knows how long since Eddie had seen Richie, and if he was acting out a bit more than usual, then damn...Could anyone blame him? They were both lucky that he wasn't being worse.
He snorts at Richie's comment, taking the glasses from him, and well, if his hands linger a little too long then that's just how it is between them. He notices the prickle of splinters almost immediately- too hyper aware of that kind of thing in general but especially pertaining to Richie.
They would deal with that in a second. For now, Eddie takes Richie's glasses from him. He leans over to pop open his glove compartment where he kept a few basic glasses maintenance things. Most importantly being a microfiber cloth.)
Oh yeah, Rich. You're really as hard to look at as the sun. Just a blazing ball of fire that'll scald my eyes out.
(...It was amazing how Eddie found a way to call Richie hot while disguising it as an insult. He sinks into the seat, right next to Richie, close enough that every few seconds his leg bounced and bumped against Richie's leg. Bless 50s cars for having those big open front seats. Eventually he just leaves his knee against Richie and works on the glasses.
Eventually they're cleaner than when Richie bought them-probably-. Eddie briefly puts them on his own face to gauge such cleanliness, humming his approval, and finally slips them off and puts them back onto Richie's face with the utmost care.)
Now let me see your hands. What'd you do to them? (Eddie turns a bit in the seat, and he holds both of his hands out expectantly.)
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He snorts at Richie's comment, taking the glasses from him, and well, if his hands linger a little too long then that's just how it is between them. He notices the prickle of splinters almost immediately- too hyper aware of that kind of thing in general but especially pertaining to Richie.
They would deal with that in a second. For now, Eddie takes Richie's glasses from him. He leans over to pop open his glove compartment where he kept a few basic glasses maintenance things. Most importantly being a microfiber cloth.)
Oh yeah, Rich. You're really as hard to look at as the sun. Just a blazing ball of fire that'll scald my eyes out.
(...It was amazing how Eddie found a way to call Richie hot while disguising it as an insult. He sinks into the seat, right next to Richie, close enough that every few seconds his leg bounced and bumped against Richie's leg. Bless 50s cars for having those big open front seats. Eventually he just leaves his knee against Richie and works on the glasses.
Eventually they're cleaner than when Richie bought them-probably-. Eddie briefly puts them on his own face to gauge such cleanliness, humming his approval, and finally slips them off and puts them back onto Richie's face with the utmost care.)
Now let me see your hands. What'd you do to them? (Eddie turns a bit in the seat, and he holds both of his hands out expectantly.)
Were you climbing a tree or something?