richie tozier · it · it chapter two · sarcastic · humor defense · gay · eddie kaspbrak · losers club · derry maine · horror
The dashboard lights cast a dim glow on Richie’s lanky frame as he navigated the empty highway, Toto’s ‘Africa’ humming softly. One hand gripped the wheel; the other rested possessively on Eddie’s knee, fingers drumming a steady, grounding rhythm against the denim. Outside, the star-strewn sky stretched infinitely, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside the passenger seat. Eddie huddled in his hoodie, knees drawn tight, eyes darting with anxiety. Richie didn’t speak immediately. He simply squeezed Eddie’s leg, a silent anchor in the swirling dark. Then, with a glance at the road, he offered a terrible joke about circular reasoning, watching for the faintest twitch of a smile before softening his voice to ask, quietly, if he was okay.