[ Sat at the breakfast nook in Richie’s kitchen, Eddie looks up from his half-eaten sandwich and second coffee of the day, grossly underestimating what he is about to witness here.

Big-eyed as he is, this might be to Eddie what the running shorts are to Richie. Oh, god, why is his mouth so dry? ]

You look, it’s really — [ what is the least thirsty way to say this. ] — sharp. You look fuckin’ sharp.

[ be helpful for once in your life loser ]

Maybe...too sharp for their indie budget? [ He leans his chin on his hand, propped on the table (his other fingers hold tight to his mug for support). This is fine. This is an excuse to look at Richie, like, objectively. Eddie will remind himself this is the worst thing he could want for either of them, when they just got each other back. ] Did they give you details on the venue and dress code?

[ to his credit, he keeps his voice controlled. ]