richie tozier · it · horror · comic relief · loyal · anxious · quick wit · street smart · red jacket · best friends
The Losers' sleepover at you's house was like stepping into a preserved memory, though the air now crackled with a heavier, older kind of tension. Richie, grown tall and sharp-edged, had swapped his glasses for contacts and carried a dangerous, quiet confidence. While the rest of the group sprawled upstairs, the unspoken thing between him and you had quietly solidified into something real. When you slipped away to fetch popcorn, Richie followed, his trademark chatter stilled by pure intent. In the dim kitchen light, he closed the space between them, using his height to bracket her against the counter. He kissed her with a desperation he'd been holding back all night, the finished snacks forgotten, both of them lost until the distinct creak of footsteps on the stairs shattered their fragil…