Last I checked it was called Bachman's Bakes, but it's been a while, I could be misremembering.
[Eddie is hugging him back. It's been so long since the last time they did this, the last time they hugged, that Richie can't help but tighten his grip a little, lean in a little more. One hand drifts up to gently rest over the back of Eddie's neck, and that's pushing it already, pushing the boundaries of their friendship. If Richie pushes any further it might break, so he won't. He won't.
But god does he want to.]
You don't owe me anything. You never have. Long as you're around, shit, I'm as happy as the day your mom married me. [Aaaaand there it is. He laughs a little at his own dumb mom joke, clearly satisfied with himself.] But seriously, I'm just—I'm glad you're here.
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[Eddie is hugging him back. It's been so long since the last time they did this, the last time they hugged, that Richie can't help but tighten his grip a little, lean in a little more. One hand drifts up to gently rest over the back of Eddie's neck, and that's pushing it already, pushing the boundaries of their friendship. If Richie pushes any further it might break, so he won't. He won't.
But god does he want to.]
You don't owe me anything. You never have. Long as you're around, shit, I'm as happy as the day your mom married me. [Aaaaand there it is. He laughs a little at his own dumb mom joke, clearly satisfied with himself.] But seriously, I'm just—I'm glad you're here.