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Eddie turned his attention back up to Richie - eyebrows scrunched low over his eyes and mouth turned down into a worried line. Richie leaned forward and kissed the wrinkle between his eyebrows. He remembered how badly he'd wanted to do that when they met again at the Jade. And virtually every time he'd seen him after that. Richie reached out and gently cupped a hand over Eddie’s scarred cheek, feeling an odd sense of deja vu for a time when his worried brown eyes peered up at him just like that, in a dark, dank cavern right before they fought fear itself. This time though, he’d just married the wonderful man who had proposed to him, and there was nothing that was ever going to come between them again.

Richie smiled softly, feeling a familiar burn at the corners of his eyes. He’d smiled so much that the muscles around his eyes were aching where they’d been pushed and crinkled all day by his uncontrollable grin. The only time he’d stopped was when he’d burst into tears at the altar mid-vows. Eddie had smiled, said, “c’mere you big baby”, and wiped his tears away. (He'd even wiped his nose with the decorative handkerchief out of his own pocket, and if that wasn’t true love Richie didn’t know what was.)

“You’re braver than you think,” Richie said eventually, his voice thick with the same kind of certainty he’d had back then too.

Eddie let out a breath of air and his pinched lips relaxed as his whole expression softened.

God, he loved him so much.

“I just want to stay here with you really,” Eddie admitted with a soft smile.

“Don’t tempt me! We can miss the meal, I don’t care, fuck the rest of the wedding! We did the important bit! Just say the word, Eds, we can run away and get married in Vegas!”

“Rich, I am not having a Vegas wedding. We literally just got married. We’re still at our current wedding.” Eddie’s dark eyes twinkled with amusement.

Richie looked towards the ceiling and willed himself not to cry just before they had to walk into the dining hall full of their friends and family.

Eddie smiled and Richie could feel it under the hands still cradling his cheeks. His scar shone out of the hollow beneath one of his thumbs, so he stroked it gently over the raised scratch of silver. “We really did it,” he croaked in a cracked and watery voice.

“We did it... We’re still doing it,” Eddie said with a huff of amusement. Then his attention suddenly returned to the door. "Oh, shit, we’re about to get announced in. Fuck. I need a drink... my mouth is so dry.”

“Well my hands are so sweaty - you can lick ‘em.”

Eddie let out a burst of honking laughter, and it was the most ridiculous, beautiful sound Richie had ever heard. Warmth shot through his whole body as he watched his new husband barely hold himself together. God, he’d lived to see Eddie laugh like that when they were kids, but even now, there was nothing better in the whole world.

“You’re so gross,” Eddie managed eventually.

“Is that a no?” Richie asked with feigned innocence, pushing his palms towards Eddie’s face. He swatted them away with noises of protest between his laughter, which only prompted Richie to laugh too - all nasal snorts - and he wiggled his fingers playfully before he tried to smoosh his large hands over Eddie’s mouth.