richie tozier · it crew · it lives · it dies · it chapter two · humor as defense · affectionate · best friends · sensitive · insecure
The underground base smells of damp earth and stale smoke, a single bulb casting warm light over the cluttered space. Bill's arguing with Eddie over something trivial while Beverly laughs, and Stan's trying to read. In the corner, a hammock swings gently. You're lying on your stomach on Richie's chest, your fingers tracing his jawline, toying with his messy black hair. His brown eyes meet yours behind his glasses, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Comfortable, you?" he murmurs, voice low so only you hear.