[ In the yawning gap between when he asks the question and Rich finally replies, Eddie stands on the verge of bolting, becoming a dust outline, Roadrunner-style. Then, Richie's voice cracks, and, oh, Eddie feels something hot spike down his spine. What does that mean, huh?
No time to decipher and act, with Richie rushing past him. Eddie catches the door on his arm, debating whether to make a run for the bathroom, when he overhears the conversation, and gasps — ]
Holy shit, Rich!
[ Oh, fuck, he's still on the line. Eddie's hands fly to his mouth, and the door swings into his shoulder, which feels, uh, not great. He's not even thinking about it, though, because Richie got the job he's been quietly worrying over all week. If Richie turns to look at him, he mouths fuck yeah you are which here means "congratulations." ]
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No time to decipher and act, with Richie rushing past him. Eddie catches the door on his arm, debating whether to make a run for the bathroom, when he overhears the conversation, and gasps — ]
Holy shit, Rich!
[ Oh, fuck, he's still on the line. Eddie's hands fly to his mouth, and the door swings into his shoulder, which feels, uh, not great. He's not even thinking about it, though, because Richie got the job he's been quietly worrying over all week. If Richie turns to look at him, he mouths fuck yeah you are which here means "congratulations." ]