(It's dumb, maybe. Loving your best friend was a given. Otherwise why would they be considered your best friend? But it felt huge and consuming in a way that their blood magic often felt. Like some fixed truth. Eddie himself wanted to roll over to face Richie, but he had a gut feeling about it that cemented him in his place. It's a mix bag of excitement and horror all scooped up into the exact same moment.
He smiles against the pillow, feeling a rush of satisfaction at Richie telling him he was loved back. Of course he was. That made sense, right? Best friends loved their best friends. That's how this worked.
He squeezes Richie's hand again and again before he tries to tamper down on those crashing waves of feelings. Gosh, what was in that red juice? Eddie bites at his lip, closing his eyes, hoping to God he'd start feeling sleepy soon.)
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He smiles against the pillow, feeling a rush of satisfaction at Richie telling him he was loved back. Of course he was. That made sense, right? Best friends loved their best friends. That's how this worked.
He squeezes Richie's hand again and again before he tries to tamper down on those crashing waves of feelings. Gosh, what was in that red juice? Eddie bites at his lip, closing his eyes, hoping to God he'd start feeling sleepy soon.)