It took a moment for Eddie's eyes to find Richie's. His brain was off the rails and heading nowhere good.
But the hands on his shoulders helped ground him. His hands lowered and he met Richie's eyes with his own wild and frightened gaze. "Aliens?" He muttered. Right... Of course. He fought to quiet the million arguments swirling around his head. Richie was right. Of course Richie was right. They were there. The hand on his hair was comforting and felt as real as ever. And he wouldn't get any answers if he sent himself into an asthma attack without his inhaler.
He nodded, trying to take slow breaths, to regain some semblance of control. Richie was there. Richie was real. The world wasn't ending. They'd figure shit out... Hopefully.
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But the hands on his shoulders helped ground him. His hands lowered and he met Richie's eyes with his own wild and frightened gaze. "Aliens?" He muttered. Right... Of course. He fought to quiet the million arguments swirling around his head. Richie was right. Of course Richie was right. They were there. The hand on his hair was comforting and felt as real as ever. And he wouldn't get any answers if he sent himself into an asthma attack without his inhaler.
He nodded, trying to take slow breaths, to regain some semblance of control. Richie was there. Richie was real. The world wasn't ending. They'd figure shit out... Hopefully.