"No, you're a fucking --" Is about as far as Richie gets in his own retort before Carmy just kisses him to shut him up instead, a new tactic in their fights that he's not entirely unhappy about. He clings to Carmy's shoulders and looks down at him when he pulls back to knock on his chest.
"I do," he says, only 75% sure what he's agreeing to. He wants it to be both of them. With Grace or just together. Both of them against the world and all the shit the world wants to throw at them. It feels right, feels like it's his place, looking out for Carmy.
"I want, like." He reaches up a clumsy hand and strokes his fingers through Carmy's messy damp curls, deeply affectionate, deeply gone. "I want whatever you want. I want to be with you, cuz. And Grace. But I don't want to fuck it up. Don't want to be bad news."
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"I do," he says, only 75% sure what he's agreeing to. He wants it to be both of them. With Grace or just together. Both of them against the world and all the shit the world wants to throw at them. It feels right, feels like it's his place, looking out for Carmy.
"I want, like." He reaches up a clumsy hand and strokes his fingers through Carmy's messy damp curls, deeply affectionate, deeply gone. "I want whatever you want. I want to be with you, cuz. And Grace. But I don't want to fuck it up. Don't want to be bad news."