Well, at least Eddie manages to get the message pretty quick. Richie nods, then sighs, slumping a little as the reality of their situation sinks in. This really would have to happen to the two of them, wouldn't it? Their first time finding each other in over a week and they can't even have a proper reunion, much less figure out what the fuck is going on.
Richie does his best to just wait because, while he'd love to take the lead right now, the truth is that Eddie's a little better off. Even if he can't hear, he can at least see where they're going - or if anyone's in their way. Richie would really rather prefer to not assault anyone else today, thanks.
When he feels himself being moved around a tiny sliver of panic stabs at him, but he forces himself to calm down. It's just Eddie, dumbass, he reminds himself. Eddie's here, and they're gonna figure this out somehow.
Their final configuration isn't great, and moving is awkward, but it's definitely better than Richie's previous fly-on-the-wall strategy. He follows along, wanting to tell Eddie something, anything, but every time he opens his mouth only a few syllables come out before he remembers Eddie won't be able to hear him. A deep frown tugs at his lips; how is he supposed to communicate with someone he can't even see? It's not as though he knows sign language, either.
When Eddie brings them to a halt, though, Richie gives him a sort of... half-squeeze, half-hug, using the arm he's got around Eddie's shoulders. If nothing else, he's glad they're back together. Glad he's here to protect Eddie from the Hotel's darker side - a side he hopes neither of them needs to see.
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Richie does his best to just wait because, while he'd love to take the lead right now, the truth is that Eddie's a little better off. Even if he can't hear, he can at least see where they're going - or if anyone's in their way. Richie would really rather prefer to not assault anyone else today, thanks.
When he feels himself being moved around a tiny sliver of panic stabs at him, but he forces himself to calm down. It's just Eddie, dumbass, he reminds himself. Eddie's here, and they're gonna figure this out somehow.
Their final configuration isn't great, and moving is awkward, but it's definitely better than Richie's previous fly-on-the-wall strategy. He follows along, wanting to tell Eddie something, anything, but every time he opens his mouth only a few syllables come out before he remembers Eddie won't be able to hear him. A deep frown tugs at his lips; how is he supposed to communicate with someone he can't even see? It's not as though he knows sign language, either.
When Eddie brings them to a halt, though, Richie gives him a sort of... half-squeeze, half-hug, using the arm he's got around Eddie's shoulders. If nothing else, he's glad they're back together. Glad he's here to protect Eddie from the Hotel's darker side - a side he hopes neither of them needs to see.