text; un: trashmouth; nov. 29th

[measuringdicks]

Eddie's gone.

I'll be keeping the clinic open. I think he'd want that. but we need another nurse or a doctor or even a magic healer as soon as possible. I don't know nearly enough about medical shit.

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[measuringdicks]

I don't wanna destroy me. I just wanna make sure I don't run Eddie's baby into the ground by fucking accident. [He waves a hand at the greenhouse around him, the clinic it's attached to. It's sort of a lie, though, because self-destruction is starting to look pretty damn tempting to him right now.

He leans a little into the touch, into Varian's side. Sniffles.]

You and me and everybody else. [Another sniff.] I had a plan for if I left again, y'know? 'Cause it happens to me so often. I was gonna film a video like, hey, dumbass, Eddie is the love of your fucking life so you better treat him right. I had this whole speech planned. But I didn't think he'd leave. [A mirthless laugh.] Fuckin' stupid, right? Everybody leaves. Even the ones who've been here forever. Should've learned that lesson years ago.

[droptheious]

Then we'll figure that out. Collectively. We'll keep this place running.

[Well, that shoulder squeeze is just gonna turn into a one-armed hug, trying to provide some comfort. ]

Sometimes, it's easy to think no one will ever leave you. Like...they're here for so long it feels like they're permanent additions to the world. I'm... I don't know. Eddie vanishing feels so weird. Like a huge chunk of the world has gone. It makes sense you'd feel that more than any of us.

[And now Richie is the one left behind. He's helped Eddie deal with Richie's departure once before, and now here he is in reverse. ]

...I'm sorry, Richie. All of this is just...the worst. But you don't have to be alone for any of it, okay?