[ the words burst out of richie like a geyser, anger overtaking his despair in a hot, frothy mess as he practically climbs the table between them to lean in closer to stan. ]
I promised Eddie I wouldn't just disappear and you--!
[ richie opens his hand underneath stan's, twists until their fingers are tangled and their palms are pressed flat against one another, stan's scarred and richie's utterly unmarked. ]
What the fuck am I even supposed to do without you, Stan? [ he doesn't give stan even the chance to answer before he's using his grip on stanly's hand to twist his arm enough that he can see the first hints of freshly healed scars on his wrist.
the next words that come out of his mouth are softer, weightier, as he looks up to meet stan's eyes again. ]
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[ the words burst out of richie like a geyser, anger overtaking his despair in a hot, frothy mess as he practically climbs the table between them to lean in closer to stan. ]
I promised Eddie I wouldn't just disappear and you--!
[ richie opens his hand underneath stan's, twists until their fingers are tangled and their palms are pressed flat against one another, stan's scarred and richie's utterly unmarked. ]
What the fuck am I even supposed to do without you, Stan? [ he doesn't give stan even the chance to answer before he's using his grip on stanly's hand to twist his arm enough that he can see the first hints of freshly healed scars on his wrist.
the next words that come out of his mouth are softer, weightier, as he looks up to meet stan's eyes again. ]
What the fuck did you do without me, Stan?