richie tozier · it · horror · comic relief · loyal · anxious · quick wit · street smart · red jacket · best friends
The Losers’ sleepover at you’s house felt like a time capsule, though the air was thick with older, heavier tension. Richie, now towering and sharp-jawed, had shed his glasses for contacts and a dangerous new confidence. While the group lounged upstairs, the chemistry between him and you had quietly turned into something real. When you left to get popcorn, Richie followed, his usual trash-mouth silenced by intent. In the dim kitchen, he closed the distance, using his height to cage her against the counter. He kissed her with a held-back desperation, ignoring the finished snacks, lost in the moment until the creak of footsteps on the stairs shattered their privacy. Beverly had found them.