[ The combination of all of it: Eddie's smell, his voice, the pleading. Richie actually does walk over to the door but slams a hand against the frame on his side, it taking everything in him to stop himself. ]
No! Fuck off!
[ God, that makes his own heart twist in his chest. He bites down on his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut. He wants to cry and scream and throw things. All while wanting to hold the other man down - his best friend - and do what he's never brought himself to really do with anyone else. His voice cracks in a way it hasn't since he was younger and fighting with Bill. ]
I love you, Eds, but I can't do this with you, okay? We can't do this.
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No! Fuck off!
[ God, that makes his own heart twist in his chest. He bites down on his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut. He wants to cry and scream and throw things. All while wanting to hold the other man down - his best friend - and do what he's never brought himself to really do with anyone else. His voice cracks in a way it hasn't since he was younger and fighting with Bill. ]
I love you, Eds, but I can't do this with you, okay? We can't do this.