Richie smiles as Eddie sits down. It's impossible for it to not be fond. Eddie is just too...Eddie. It made no sense and yet all the sense and Richie would never be immune to it.

"C'mere, oh Hole-y one."

He takes out some antiseptic wipes and gently starts cleaning the wound up. His attention is more focused than it probably had ever been in his life. It's the only way he can ignore the feel of Eddie so close to him. The fact that he's holding his face and close enough to just...

Okay. No more of that train of thought.

"You sure you wanna close this up? Imagine how cool it would be to smoke through your cheek or whatever...."