Eddie all cleaned up and dressed in that dark grey outfit is doing things to Richie. He sits up as the door opens and isn't quite sure he's hiding the way his mouth goes slack into a small 'o' and his eyes widen. When Eddie had been covered in gunk it had been easier to compartmentalize the guy he'd been terrified and protective of in the sewers with the guy who he'd been teasing and desperate for the attention of, before that. Now, the distinction is gone.

It takes a moment to coach his face into something other than 'stunned adoration' and even then he's probably looking a little too stricken to be normal. Time to excuse it with a joke.

"Holy shit. Man. All that crap around here was just your face. That sucks. Maybe someone here can just. You know. Fix all that ugliness."

He smiles and winks at Eddie to offset his irritation at being teased and pats the bed.

"Okay. My turn to be doctor. Sit on down, Dr. K. Dr. T is going to patch that cheek right up. I promise to not even stitch my initials on it. Where people can see, anyway."