(Eddie's voice pitches in his familiar whine of Richie's name as his nose is pinched. His eyes squint shut and normally he'd wrench away and probably flail a bit, screaming, but crying has worn him down and the whine was as good as Richie would get. He does reach up and loosely link his fingers around Richie's wrist, tugging his hand away, but not very far.
He also doesn't let go right away, instead frowning very firmly at Richie as if it would cement good behavior. An idle hope.)
You better not goddamn go anywhere. If you do I'll be a real fucking nightmare the next time you see me. You hear that? I swear it, Richie. You'll be in so much trouble.
(Eddie's fingers around Richie's wrist tighten. There were a thousand pleas in that squeeze: a thousand ways to say please never leave me.
All the ways that Eddie had always failed to say to Richie before. And would continue to fail to say.
He lowers his hand and with it- Richie's. He stares down at their hands and turns Richie's hand over, as if inspecting for more slivers. He slides his finger directly over the center of Richie's palm where he remembered Richie's scar to be from the promise. It wasn't on Richie's hand now.
Eddie turns his own hand over and opens it up. The center of his right hand looked a bit like a starburst. There was his original promise, one harsh line straight across, but then there were three other straight slashes, each at a slightly different angle, and then in the middle, the scar tissue was wider.)
You haven't made the promise yet. (It isn't a question.) What's the last thing you remember?
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(Eddie's voice pitches in his familiar whine of Richie's name as his nose is pinched. His eyes squint shut and normally he'd wrench away and probably flail a bit, screaming, but crying has worn him down and the whine was as good as Richie would get. He does reach up and loosely link his fingers around Richie's wrist, tugging his hand away, but not very far.
He also doesn't let go right away, instead frowning very firmly at Richie as if it would cement good behavior. An idle hope.)
You better not goddamn go anywhere. If you do I'll be a real fucking nightmare the next time you see me. You hear that? I swear it, Richie. You'll be in so much trouble.
(Eddie's fingers around Richie's wrist tighten. There were a thousand pleas in that squeeze: a thousand ways to say please never leave me.
All the ways that Eddie had always failed to say to Richie before. And would continue to fail to say.
He lowers his hand and with it- Richie's. He stares down at their hands and turns Richie's hand over, as if inspecting for more slivers. He slides his finger directly over the center of Richie's palm where he remembered Richie's scar to be from the promise. It wasn't on Richie's hand now.
Eddie turns his own hand over and opens it up. The center of his right hand looked a bit like a starburst. There was his original promise, one harsh line straight across, but then there were three other straight slashes, each at a slightly different angle, and then in the middle, the scar tissue was wider.)
You haven't made the promise yet. (It isn't a question.) What's the last thing you remember?