Putrefaction

"Rich?"

"Richie?"

"Richard." Eddie's harsh voice brought Richie out of his thoughts, his head snapping down at him. Even when sitting down, Eddie was still tiny. "What is it, short stack?" Richie said, forcing a smile.

Eddie rolled his eyes, pushing Richie's can of beans closer to him. "You've barely touched your food. You need to eat." Eddie's tone was firm, but Richie couldn't help but find it adorable. Richie leaned back against the dusty couch behind him, looking up to see the rest of the losers sitting in a circle with him, all busy chatting or eating their food.

"Well, maybe I could eat if it wasn't fuckin' beans. Seriously, how is this the only thing left?" Richie lifted his can, shoving it in Eddie's face. It had been six months since everything went to shit, and the only thing Richie was most annoyed about at this point was having to eat beans every night. Eddie let out a frustrated huff, pushing the can back towards Richie. "Don't care. Eat."