[ Richie has never thought much about his body. As long as he didn't have a beer gut, he was fine. Which he thankfully managed to avoid despite all his drinking. He was tall and lanky, Eddie still shorter but stockier. His eyes take him in again, very different from the once-over he had given back at the Chinese restaurant. Which felt like an age ago now.

His grip on the doorknob tightens even as he huffs a laugh out, ]

First time you've ever said that to me.

[ He swallows hard, ]

Eddie, I don't think I can keep this door open... Not when you're... doin' all that.

[ Which was everything. ]