[Richie promised he wouldn't say anything, and at first, it's easy. Eddie might have some things here and there and all over the place, but Richie's the sort who could actively live in a pigsty. The stretches of time when his parents aren't around--or don't actively tell him to clean up after himself--results in piles of dirty clothes, stacks of dishes in the sink, and a collection of snack wrappers and bags on the living room coffee table.
That's nothing.
But then he sees the doors. The names, the places, the phrases--it hits him like a freight. He doesn't have to ask what any of it means, he knows. Why is something else entirely. Richie isn't even sure if he wants to know the answer.
True to his word, though, he doesn't say anything. Not even the distraught Eds... that's in his thoughts in this exact moment. Instead, he walks further inside. Once he's close enough to Eddie, he throws his arms around him in another tight hug.
Eventually, he'll pull away, but only once he decides that he's been reassuring enough.]
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That's nothing.
But then he sees the doors. The names, the places, the phrases--it hits him like a freight. He doesn't have to ask what any of it means, he knows. Why is something else entirely. Richie isn't even sure if he wants to know the answer.
True to his word, though, he doesn't say anything. Not even the distraught Eds... that's in his thoughts in this exact moment. Instead, he walks further inside. Once he's close enough to Eddie, he throws his arms around him in another tight hug.
Eventually, he'll pull away, but only once he decides that he's been reassuring enough.]
Lead the way, señor.