[ Behind the door, Richie frowns deeply, thinking how wrong that is. Eddie deserved all the encouragement and support he could get. Rich gave him shit, sure. That had always been their relationship. But when it came down to it, they supported each other. Looked out for each other.
Maybe that's why he remained alone this whole time. He had some flings here and there, one-night stands, fuck buddies. But no one ever stayed. No one ever got him the same way.
Being alone was better than being in the kind of marriage Eddie was in. It that understanding that has Rich finally opening the door, even if a voice in the back of his head tells him not to.
He never did manage to get a shirt on, his hair still damp from the shower. His pupils dilated but he manages not to grab at Eddie as he looks at him for the first time since they got back to the inn. As the smell of him hits him full force. He feels like he might just pass out from it. ]
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Maybe that's why he remained alone this whole time. He had some flings here and there, one-night stands, fuck buddies. But no one ever stayed. No one ever got him the same way.
Being alone was better than being in the kind of marriage Eddie was in. It that understanding that has Rich finally opening the door, even if a voice in the back of his head tells him not to.
He never did manage to get a shirt on, his hair still damp from the shower. His pupils dilated but he manages not to grab at Eddie as he looks at him for the first time since they got back to the inn. As the smell of him hits him full force. He feels like he might just pass out from it. ]