“I don’t want to talk about things we’ve gone through. Though it’s hurting me, now it’s history…I played all my cards, and that’s what you’ve done too. Nothing more to say, no more ace to play. The winner takes it all, the loser’s standing sma—”
“Richie! Why the fuck are you screaming ABBA at the top of your lungs at seven on a Saturday morning?!”
Richie Tozier whirled around, spatula slipping from where it had been held up to his mouth as a makeshift microphone.
“Fuck, Eds! You scared the shit outta me, man!” he yelped, fumbling with his phone to pause the music. “I-I thought you didn’t get back ‘til tonight?”
Something in Eddie’s face softened as he shuffled over, wiping a hand across his eyes.
“I pushed up my flight. Got back last night. I didn’t wanna wake you, so I went straight to bed.”
He halted at the stove, peering into the pan and seeing the makings of Richie’s signature bell pepper omelettes.
“Enough for me?” he asked hopefully, bumping their shoulders together in a way that always had Richie’s stomach swooping.
“Always,” he bumped his shoulder back in a way he hoped was a lot more casual than it felt.
“Why are you singing angry break-up songs at the crack of dawn, anyway?”
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