[ The bang of Richie's hand against the doorframe makes Eddie jump, but he doesn't run away. Even hearing Richie tell him to fuck off isn't enough to make Eddie force himself away, despite the fact that this is a genuinely terrible idea.
He's fucking married. Not that they ever really mated - Myra's a beta, after all, so it just isn't possible - but still. He made a promise to her, didn't he?
So why does it feel so easy to just forget about her?
Hearing Richie's voice crack draws a soft, pained sound from Eddie's throat, one that's repeated when he hears the other man say I love you. ]
You need it, [ he argues, feeling selfish but forging ahead anyway. ] I can - I can smell you through this fucking door, Rich, okay? And I -
[ He swallows, knowing what he's about to say is wrong, knowing the last two decades with Myra will mean nothing as soon as he gets the words out. ]
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He's fucking married. Not that they ever really mated - Myra's a beta, after all, so it just isn't possible - but still. He made a promise to her, didn't he?
So why does it feel so easy to just forget about her?
Hearing Richie's voice crack draws a soft, pained sound from Eddie's throat, one that's repeated when he hears the other man say I love you. ]
You need it, [ he argues, feeling selfish but forging ahead anyway. ] I can - I can smell you through this fucking door, Rich, okay? And I -
[ He swallows, knowing what he's about to say is wrong, knowing the last two decades with Myra will mean nothing as soon as he gets the words out. ]
- I need you, too. So - please?