Idiot. Hitting you on the head wouldn't resuscitate you. I'd need to use CPR or something.
(But Eddie instantly wants to shut down that thought. The idea of giving Richie mouth-to-mouth was just a dangerous idea in general right now, and not one he wanted to entertain for even a moment least it break down what little control he felt right then. Eddie would absolutely not risk losing Richie over something so dumb as feeling an itch he couldn't scratch.
All the same, he brings Richie to his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. This wasn't even new for them. They had shared a bed countless times back at the station, and usually Bill was right there with them. Only this time, for the first time in Eddie's entire life, he felt a sudden weight enter the room as he shut that door behind him, leaving him alone with a boy inside a bedroom.
Eddie instantly shakes his head because stupid, it wasn't a boy. It was Richie. Richie.
Focusing on that, Eddie drags Richie right on over to his bed, stubbornly ignoring that mountain of worries in his head in favor of just getting into bed and rolling over onto his back. He holds his arms out to Richie, fingers curling open and shut in a silent 'come here' motion. It was time to cuddle these feelings, and that juice, out of their systems.)
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(But Eddie instantly wants to shut down that thought. The idea of giving Richie mouth-to-mouth was just a dangerous idea in general right now, and not one he wanted to entertain for even a moment least it break down what little control he felt right then. Eddie would absolutely not risk losing Richie over something so dumb as feeling an itch he couldn't scratch.
All the same, he brings Richie to his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. This wasn't even new for them. They had shared a bed countless times back at the station, and usually Bill was right there with them. Only this time, for the first time in Eddie's entire life, he felt a sudden weight enter the room as he shut that door behind him, leaving him alone with a boy inside a bedroom.
Eddie instantly shakes his head because stupid, it wasn't a boy. It was Richie. Richie.
Focusing on that, Eddie drags Richie right on over to his bed, stubbornly ignoring that mountain of worries in his head in favor of just getting into bed and rolling over onto his back. He holds his arms out to Richie, fingers curling open and shut in a silent 'come here' motion. It was time to cuddle these feelings, and that juice, out of their systems.)