Of Angels and Demons

Chapter 2:

A whole day passed, and they had passed two towns.

Richie was exhausted.

Damn this human planet.

"You okay there buddy?" Eddie had stopped his non-stop ranting, focusing on him.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired." Richie admitted.

Great job asshole. Just tell the demon that you're getting weak.

"Well. I have some money, I can get a hotel for the night." Eddie said.

Richie stopped abruptly. 

"Where did you get the money, exactly?" He asked.

"Easy. I just asked politely for spare change, and, voila." He pulled out a couple twenty dollar bills.

Richie gave him a look, but decided to let it go.

"I'm fine."

"Okay. Loosen up. If you're gonna walk the earth, you gotta learn to adapt." Eddie said.

"I don't need a demon telling me what to do." Richie said.

Suddenly, without warning, his legs tried to give out on him, and he caught himself on the nearest wall.

Eddie gave him a short look of worry, "You gonna listen now?"

Richie glared at him.

"Come on. There's a hotel just up the road." He approached him, putting one of his arms around his shoulders.

Richie wanted to fight, but the demon's grip was strong, and he didn't think he had the strength to try and fight.

By the time they got to the entrance, Richie had decided that he could walk the rest on his own.

They walked in and Eddie paid for a room and led them upstairs.

He opened the door to the room and went inside.

Richie slowly followed after, still unsure about the new enclosure.

Once he was inside, he watched as Eddie moved to the two bed, flopping down on one of them, making the bed rattle slightly.

Richie gave him a look of confusion before heading to the other bed.

He pressed his hand into it, feeling of the fabric.

"It's a bed. You sleep in it. Amongst other things." Eddie commented behind him.

Richie rolled his eyes, "I know what a bed is."

"Okay. Okay. Jeez, you really do need some sleep. You're not you when you're grouchy. So get some sleep. Tomorrow when we get up, I saw this awesome fair about a town away, then I have to introduce you to the movie theatres, and then-"

"Y'know. I've been wondering for a while now, how you got into hell. What did you do? Talk someone to death?" Richie said sarcastically.

Eddie was silent for a few minutes. Richie was almost concerned, turning to him.

This was the longest he'd seen Eddie so silent.

His smile was gone, looking down at the floor like it was some sort of foreign object.

Richie gave him a look of confusion, "E-Eddie?" 

This was the first time he actually said his name, and it felt... Strange on his lips.

Eddie shook himself out of his thoughts, "Oh. Sorry. I, uh...I... really don't want to talk about it."

Richie's brows lowered.