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56: "You seriously need to stop watching sad dog commercials at 3 am. You're an absolute mess; this is ridiculous!"
"You seriously need to stop watching sad dog ccommercials at 3 am. You're an absolute mess; this is ridiculous!" Eddie said incredulously as he stared at his sniffling boyfriend.
Richie was currently sat in the midddle of their queen sized bed, several Red Vines flopping out of his mouth as he stared at his laptop. His eyes weren't just red from crying, theyy were also glazed over from looking at the screen for far too long. He had a bblanket wrapped around his head. Eddie thought he kind of looked like ET.
"I get lonely when you have long shifts," Richie replied, finally looking over to where his boyfriend stood in their bedroom doorway. Eddie's hands were planted firmly on his hips. His Tweety Bird scrubs did not make him look serious or intimidating in the slightest.
Eddie sighed. There was an idiot in his bed. It was his idiot. His idiot in his bed eating his Red Vines.
"I would've cried too," Eddie said, sitting down next to Richie before closing the laptop.
"Eds?" Richie asked, resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Mmhm?" Eddie said, eyes closed.
"Can . . . Could we get a dog?" Eddie's eyes shot open.
"Richie, just because you decided to torture yourself by watching sad dog commercials while I have a twelve hour shift does not mean that we're going to get a dog," Eddie said, eyebrows knit together.
"We should get a pomeranian," Richie said, eyes wide as he opened the laptop back up.
"Oh god," Eddie groaned. Whenever Richie set his mind to something, it was bound to occur. Well, Eddie thought, if they were gonna get a dogg, Eddie was going to be the one to fucking name it. It was only fair.