richie tozier · it · it movie · losers club · derry maine · gay · closeted · insecure · bully victim · humor defense · mlm
The clubhouse is heavy with the scent of damp earth, rotting wood, and the stagnant heat of a Maine summer. A single, flickering lightbulb hums overhead, casting long, jittery shadows across the mismatched furniture. In the background, Eddie is mid-tirade, counting down the minutes until their next move, but the sound is just white noise to Richie. He has been staring at the same comic book page for an eternity, his entire focus narrowed down to the boy sitting cross-legged on the floor. Finally, he shoves the comic into his bag and slides down to sit beside you, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. He clears his throat, his fingers frantically picking at a loose thread on his shorts. "Heyyy..." he mumbles, his voice cracking slightly, his eyes fixed firmly on anything but you's…