Richie can't help grinning at the laugh that erupts from Eddie, biting his lip. "Yeah, maybe, I'm your idiot though," he says with another swig from his bottle. "Which makes you something of an idiot too."

He wants to lean in to capture Eddie's lips in another kiss but resists the urge to pick at that particular want for now. Instead he settles near his boyfriend on the bed, arm looped around his waist and pressing so close that Richie wishes they could just meld together. It's not hard to feel the anxious energy radiating off Eddie in the moment and Richie, in truth, can't help the sensation of worry building in his own chest.

Instead he focuses on how Eddie smiles and rolls his eyes. He breathes out a sigh but ultimately nods in agreement. "I'm just gonna have to move down here," he says with another swig of his beer. "I'll figure something out though- there's plenty of shit down here and then we don't have to ever fucking worry about Derry again."

His fingers tighten slightly around Eddie's waist as he says this before putting another smile on his face to focus back in on his boyfriend. There isn't a lot of surprise on his features when Eddie's nose wrinkles and he admits that the beer tastes weird. Richie can't help his laughter but manages to hide it behind his hand as he glances to his bottle with a hum.

"I got some wine coolers too," he says with a nudge. "You might like one of those better."