(It's more of a noise than a word that Eddie makes. Richie grabbing his hand suddenly surprising him if only for the abruptness of the gesture. It's also in due part that he wasn't very used to people touching that hand anymore.
He watches their fingers slide together and thinks, not for the first time in his life, how easy it was. How natural it felt for their palms to rest together and their fingers to slot over the back of each other's hands. His right hand no longer had the same grip it used to, and maybe Richie would notice that weak lack, but he squeezes as much as he can. He manages to make it as unwavering. He looks up at Richie when he begins to talk.)
We were all scared, Rich. (Said gently. Not to make Richie feel guilty, but to make him realize he wasn't a coward for that. Eddie might not of been there in that exact moment, but he knew it was true all the same. The Neibolt house was horrifying no matter the time frame you put it in.)
I do have an idea. (Eddie says it so lowly that it might of been hard to pick up on, his heart thumping loud in his ears. He tips his head towards Richie's and winds up resting his forehead against Richie's, sighing lowly and shutting his eyes.)
It's like the entire world comes to a grinding halt and nothing else matters except you and the fact that something's about to hurt you.
(Eddie was talking directly about Richie, about that same emotion that vaulted him straight at IT when he needed to most. He leans away from Richie, realizing how close he'd let himself get. His eyes shut and he exhales slowly.)
Everything is just white noise horror. (His eyes open back up, and he stares Richie down, unwavering. His grip on Richie's hand was a little stronger now.)
And at the end of it is you. (Or in Richie's case, Eddie, but the sentiment was true.)
That's why I know how brave what you did was. Because despite all that it was me you came for in the middle of that white horror. And it was me you tried to distract so I wouldn't feel so scared.
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(It's more of a noise than a word that Eddie makes. Richie grabbing his hand suddenly surprising him if only for the abruptness of the gesture. It's also in due part that he wasn't very used to people touching that hand anymore.
He watches their fingers slide together and thinks, not for the first time in his life, how easy it was. How natural it felt for their palms to rest together and their fingers to slot over the back of each other's hands. His right hand no longer had the same grip it used to, and maybe Richie would notice that weak lack, but he squeezes as much as he can. He manages to make it as unwavering. He looks up at Richie when he begins to talk.)
We were all scared, Rich. (Said gently. Not to make Richie feel guilty, but to make him realize he wasn't a coward for that. Eddie might not of been there in that exact moment, but he knew it was true all the same. The Neibolt house was horrifying no matter the time frame you put it in.)
I do have an idea. (Eddie says it so lowly that it might of been hard to pick up on, his heart thumping loud in his ears. He tips his head towards Richie's and winds up resting his forehead against Richie's, sighing lowly and shutting his eyes.)
It's like the entire world comes to a grinding halt and nothing else matters except you and the fact that something's about to hurt you.
(Eddie was talking directly about Richie, about that same emotion that vaulted him straight at IT when he needed to most. He leans away from Richie, realizing how close he'd let himself get. His eyes shut and he exhales slowly.)
Everything is just white noise horror. (His eyes open back up, and he stares Richie down, unwavering. His grip on Richie's hand was a little stronger now.)
And at the end of it is you. (Or in Richie's case, Eddie, but the sentiment was true.)
That's why I know how brave what you did was. Because despite all that it was me you came for in the middle of that white horror. And it was me you tried to distract so I wouldn't feel so scared.