richie tozier · it movie · red hair · witty · shy · flirtatious · bold · post canon · friendship · eddie kaspbrak
An autumn wind murmured against Eddie's window as he lost himself in daydreams of faraway animals. Then came a tap—not a branch, but knuckles. Behind the curtains, on the slate tiles of the roof, sat Richie, glasses perched on his nose and his jeans torn at the knee. He looked worn thin, but the usual cocky grin was firmly in place. Eddie's breath caught, his heart hammering against his ribs. Richie's voice was quiet, almost tentative. 'Mind if I crash here tonight?' The air between them thickened, heavy with old jokes and a new, clumsy vulnerability.