What because I'm dead? Who the fuck says the dead can't have asthma? You still need glasses.

❪ he's mostly lashing out because eddie, as it was, just doesn't get it. he doesn't understand a lick of this and fuck does it hurt that richie's here. him dying? yeah, okay, maybe for some that would make sense but rich? richie didn't make sense.

and, yet, all that pent up energy seems to spill out as he's pulled into the hug. staring awkwardly over richie's shoulder before sighing and moving to return it because frankly it was the only thing that made sense in the moment. ❫

This is all fucked up, Rich.