Richie's whole body shivers at the touch and it's really not fair that Eddie has this much control over him after all this time. He's forty years old and has his heart racing out of his chest like he's still thirteen and focusing way too hard on where Eddie's leg is next to his on the couch. Just like then, all he can think about is how badly he wants to just lean in and kiss him. Touch him. Even just holding his hand feels forbidden and enticing.

Forty years old and he's getting all excited about holding hands. Someone needs to just put him down.

"You kidding? You're like the poster boy for DILFs. There's no way you're a building unless it's like... I don't know. The wall in a gym." But he's still smiling and understands what Eddie really meant.

"But yeah. Thanks, Eds. Losers stick together, right?"