[ If living with Richie is anything like travelling with Richie, Eddie thinks they'll manage for as long as necessary (though he still doesn't plan to overstay his welcome). At the sights (the trees, the ocean air), Eddie lowers his window, first just a crack and then all the way down, bravery increasing by increments. The world feels different already, after days with Richie and hours here. I'm really doing this. On his own, for the first time in a long time — well, with Richie — but doing it for himself. No mother, my girlfriend, no Myra. It feels like running so fast the devil can't catch them.
Once inside, his jaw drops. Putting his body on autopilot, he leaves his bags by the door, wandering after Richie and glancing around the foyer. But it's yours makes his stomach flutter. Don't. For now, he reminds himself. All of this is temporary. ]
[ after a beat, ] I think people pay you way too much for your chucks. [ He knows LA and New York both charge through the nose, and this is — upmarket, definitely. God knows if he can even afford half the rent. Is Richie really rich and famous? Like, Eddie's seen clips on YouTube, and he knows there was a filmed special or two, but this is no joke. ] Holy shit, Rich.
[ Eddie claps Richie on the back, half to steady himself but also to sort of congratulate him, y'know, on being a successful motherfucker. He doesn't remove his hand. ]
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Once inside, his jaw drops. Putting his body on autopilot, he leaves his bags by the door, wandering after Richie and glancing around the foyer. But it's yours makes his stomach flutter. Don't. For now, he reminds himself. All of this is temporary. ]
[ after a beat, ] I think people pay you way too much for your chucks. [ He knows LA and New York both charge through the nose, and this is — upmarket, definitely. God knows if he can even afford half the rent. Is Richie really rich and famous? Like, Eddie's seen clips on YouTube, and he knows there was a filmed special or two, but this is no joke. ] Holy shit, Rich.
[ Eddie claps Richie on the back, half to steady himself but also to sort of congratulate him, y'know, on being a successful motherfucker. He doesn't remove his hand. ]