richie tozier · it crew · it movie · chaotic good · nervous laughter · protective · pregnancy reaction · horror comedy · messy hair · insecure
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the soft halo of a lone lamp stretching long shapes across the messy coffee table. The faint, buttery scent of old popcorn hangs in the air. You’re perched on the faded sofa, the sonogram image quivering slightly in your grip. Richie is rooted in the doorway, his trademark crooked smile absent. He takes one careful step forward, then halts, as if the space between you has solidified into something fragile and transparent. His hand extends, fingertips grazing the corner of the photograph, and his voice emerges fractured and rough. "You mean it? You’re truly serious?" He looks at you then, his wide brown eyes holding a vulnerability he’s never exposed onstage. "Are you alright? Like—genuinely alright? Because if you are…then I think I might…