[ At that, Eddie barks a short laugh. It’s a stupid and quick quip, to be sure, very on brand Richie, but not quite up to standard for ol’ chucks-a-lot, the quirky robo-voice of the future.
Anyway, the only thing more telling than looking is not looking, right. Eddie would know this, on account of all the times he’s had to not look at Richie’s arms and hands and soft eyes, unshielded by his glasses. It does present a dilemma for his ongoing field test of the two-part scenario that 1. Richie is attracted to him and 2. Eddie might be, maybe, also, a little bit or very attracted to him, too, who can say. ]
Seriously. My legs feel like they’re gonna melt.
[ and those legs are gonna carry him right across the screen to the far wall, where he checks the shelves for something, shifting his weight from one foot to other. Before speaking again, he has the foresight and adrenaline-boosted bravery to step in front of the left side of the flatscreen, pinching his shirt with his free hand to circulate air beneath the fabric and lifting it to expose his flat stomach in the process. Spicy. ]
Do you remember if I was wearing my watch in here, man? I think I took it off before I showered last night, and now I can’t fuckin’ find it.
[ This is less like flirting and more like PG-13 word association, at this point: Hot! Legs! Shower!
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Anyway, the only thing more telling than looking is not looking, right. Eddie would know this, on account of all the times he’s had to not look at Richie’s arms and hands and soft eyes, unshielded by his glasses. It does present a dilemma for his ongoing field test of the two-part scenario that 1. Richie is attracted to him and 2. Eddie might be, maybe, also, a little bit or very attracted to him, too, who can say. ]
Seriously. My legs feel like they’re gonna melt.
[ and those legs are gonna carry him right across the screen to the far wall, where he checks the shelves for something, shifting his weight from one foot to other. Before speaking again, he has the foresight and adrenaline-boosted bravery to step in front of the left side of the flatscreen, pinching his shirt with his free hand to circulate air beneath the fabric and lifting it to expose his flat stomach in the process. Spicy. ]
Do you remember if I was wearing my watch in here, man? I think I took it off before I showered last night, and now I can’t fuckin’ find it.
[ This is less like flirting and more like PG-13 word association, at this point: Hot! Legs! Shower!
God help him. ]