[ That is way too many takeout menus, fucking hell, man. Given his line of work, Eddie supposes Rich is busy, especially in the evenings, but it does make him wonder, dimly, just how often Richie comes back home, exhausted and alone.

Still, it's kinda exciting, at least right now, when there's no way Myra would have supported any of these options. Mouth quirked, he plucks the Japanese menu from Rich's hand. ]

I wanna eat my weight in fried rice. [ and scanning the menu. ] Oh-ho shit, split the gyoza with me, dude.

[ They shared all sorts of things on the road. Food, beds, not-quite-secrets. No need to stop now that they've reached their destination (every reason to stop, comes the same voice that warned him on that first night). ]

Call that in and whatever else you like, no nuts, especially cashews — [ He jerks his head back to the movie collection. ] — and pick a movie. [ Looking up at Richie again (still so stupidly tall and suddenly close), he beams and presses the menu back against his chest. ] We went to hell and back, man.

[ They made it together, all in one piece, so it's time to fuckin' celebrate already. Well, after Eddie clears the floor, loads the laundry, moves his stuff into the guest room, showers and assesses the state of the bathroom, y'know. The rest can wait until tomorrow. ]