[ When Rich does notice the changes, he doesn't mind them. It takes a bit to find things in the kitchen but once he understands "the system" in place, he can navigate it easily enough. It's a bit of a whirlwind few weeks, acting like ships passing in the night. Not able to really spend much time together with both needing to get back to their jobs and responsibilities as adults.
He has time to make up for and auditions to make if he really wants to go for this role in this movie. He was also asked to provide a "droid" voice for a science fiction movie which keeps him in the recording booth for a few hours each of the three days it takes. He looks forward to the times when they can sit down together at night and just be. Watching trashy crime shows, eating dinner and Eddie's feet in his lap. It's... nice. Nicer than anything he's done in the last decade (excluding the time spent with the other Losers).
He continues to text back and forth with all of them. Teasing Mike about how he better not let himself live in a retirement commune just yet. He shoots ideas at Bill for his next book. Not all of them are accepted but the other does seem to enjoy bouncing ideas. Bev and Ben are happy and it comes through in all their messages. It's almost too good to be true after everything they've been through.
He keeps thinking that as he drifts off to sleep. But every day when he's greeted by the fact Eddie is living with him now, he doesn't care that it is "too good". They deserve that good. He just tries not to aim too high. Didn't matter how hard his heart was beating as Eddie cleaned his glasses for him, leaving him speechless and his eyes soft as they stared back. God, has anyone ever done that for him before? He couldn't allow himself to hope for more. No matter how badly his heart ached in such moments. No matter how much he wanted.
Or how flushed he feels all over his body - when was the last time that fucking happened? - when he finally looks over and sees Eddie in those motherfuckin' shorts. He feels his dick in his pants twitch and has to shift where he is on the couch, forcing his eyes to stay on the flatscreen. Yep. That's where they are gonna stay. He nods at Eddie's words, ]
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He has time to make up for and auditions to make if he really wants to go for this role in this movie. He was also asked to provide a "droid" voice for a science fiction movie which keeps him in the recording booth for a few hours each of the three days it takes. He looks forward to the times when they can sit down together at night and just be. Watching trashy crime shows, eating dinner and Eddie's feet in his lap. It's... nice. Nicer than anything he's done in the last decade (excluding the time spent with the other Losers).
He continues to text back and forth with all of them. Teasing Mike about how he better not let himself live in a retirement commune just yet. He shoots ideas at Bill for his next book. Not all of them are accepted but the other does seem to enjoy bouncing ideas. Bev and Ben are happy and it comes through in all their messages. It's almost too good to be true after everything they've been through.
He keeps thinking that as he drifts off to sleep. But every day when he's greeted by the fact Eddie is living with him now, he doesn't care that it is "too good". They deserve that good. He just tries not to aim too high. Didn't matter how hard his heart was beating as Eddie cleaned his glasses for him, leaving him speechless and his eyes soft as they stared back. God, has anyone ever done that for him before? He couldn't allow himself to hope for more. No matter how badly his heart ached in such moments. No matter how much he wanted.
Or how flushed he feels all over his body - when was the last time that fucking happened? - when he finally looks over and sees Eddie in those motherfuckin' shorts. He feels his dick in his pants twitch and has to shift where he is on the couch, forcing his eyes to stay on the flatscreen. Yep. That's where they are gonna stay. He nods at Eddie's words, ]
Welcome to L.A. Also known as Satan's butthole.
[ Goddammit, Richie. ]