[ it's hardly the first time eddie has cleaned richie's glasses for him. if he's honest, richie's sort of never really learned how, since any time he starts to try eddie inevitably takes them from him after insisting vehemently that he's doing it wrong, and...
it's not that richie can see all that much of eddie while he's cleaning them, that's probably his biggest downer about this whole thing, he wishes a lot for two pairs of glasses so he could just wear one while eddie is cleaning the other and maybe get to see his face scrunch up in quiet focus while he works, but richie barely manages to keep one pair of glasses intact at a time so that's a distant, impossible dream but. there's enough of eddie's shape and posture in the blur of colors visible to him that he can't help but watch with quiet fondness regardless.
the slope of eddie's shoulders, the dark smear of his eyebrows. it's almost enough to distract richie from the heart-pounding realization that eddie just compared him to the sun, and did a pretty piss poor job of making it sound like an insult too. ]
Eddie, my love, I'll be your sun, moon and stars, just say the word.
[ he means every word of it with all his heart of course, but he's counting on eddie to take it as read for more of his fresh bullshit, even as he presses his knee back into eddie's and dutifully offering up his besplintered fingers for eddie's careful examination. ]
I was fighting one of those tree guys from the Lord of the Rings for your honor. You shoulda heard the things they were saying about you, Eds, I was absolutely appalled.
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it's not that richie can see all that much of eddie while he's cleaning them, that's probably his biggest downer about this whole thing, he wishes a lot for two pairs of glasses so he could just wear one while eddie is cleaning the other and maybe get to see his face scrunch up in quiet focus while he works, but richie barely manages to keep one pair of glasses intact at a time so that's a distant, impossible dream but. there's enough of eddie's shape and posture in the blur of colors visible to him that he can't help but watch with quiet fondness regardless.
the slope of eddie's shoulders, the dark smear of his eyebrows. it's almost enough to distract richie from the heart-pounding realization that eddie just compared him to the sun, and did a pretty piss poor job of making it sound like an insult too. ]
Eddie, my love, I'll be your sun, moon and stars, just say the word.
[ he means every word of it with all his heart of course, but he's counting on eddie to take it as read for more of his fresh bullshit, even as he presses his knee back into eddie's and dutifully offering up his besplintered fingers for eddie's careful examination. ]
I was fighting one of those tree guys from the Lord of the Rings for your honor. You shoulda heard the things they were saying about you, Eds, I was absolutely appalled.