[ Eddie's getting to the point where he wants to break the door down just so he can speak to Richie face-to-face. The combination of the other man's scent, his own heat, and the frustration that naturally accompanies any interaction with Richie starts to build to a head, and when Eddie speaks again he's clearly more aggressive. ]

You're not gonna fuck up anything, Richie, for christ's sake --

[ That's a lie, at least in part. Richie isn't the one who'll be fucking things up; Eddie will. Ultimately, he's the one standing here begging for it, and Richie is being a good person - a good friend - and trying to save them both from this foolishness. ]

Look, [ he says, his voice tight with emotion, pressing his own forehead against the door. Richie's so fucking close he can feel it. ] I know you're trying to protect me, Richie, but I want this, okay? I...

[ he takes a breath, then admits a truth he's never really acknowledged out loud before. ]

...I don't want to go back to Myra.