[ This? This is a stumble, trip and fall away from the triumphant moment that Eddie abandoned for sweet, sweet vanilla suds and the sad-satisfaction of experiencing your shame privately.
He approaches slowly, slanted against Richie’s door frame with his arms crossed and brow furrowed. Dimly, Eddie thinks he recognises one of those blazers from Richie’s comedy special. ]
Your hair?
[ But I like your hair. Nope, not helpful. Wait. ]
When? [ ah. ] When is the party, I mean. Not the haircut — which seems unnecessary, by the way.
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He approaches slowly, slanted against Richie’s door frame with his arms crossed and brow furrowed. Dimly, Eddie thinks he recognises one of those blazers from Richie’s comedy special. ]
Your hair?
[ But I like your hair. Nope, not helpful. Wait. ]
When? [ ah. ] When is the party, I mean. Not the haircut — which seems unnecessary, by the way.