The Umbrella Academy Losers Au

079 / Later

Wc: 424

—a bit later / 7:10 pm

"Where's Richie?" "Still with Eddie." Mike nods towards the room where they're at.

Richie holds the boy close, patting his back gently while rocking him ever so gently.

"Rich...we gotta go." "Hold on..." he sighs letting the boy lay down slowly. "You think he'll be okay when we leave?" Richie whispers closing the door slowly.

"We'll be gone for a couple hours...Henry might be able to take care of him?" "I don't want him near Eddie." He gives Beverly a look.

"Richie, nobody else will be able to help." "Stan's staying right?" "Yeah? Go talk to him."

Richie explains some things to Stan, Richie might not be smart but he's really good at taking care of the smaller one.

"Just text me if he needs me. Damn." Richie sighs. "Rich...he'll be okay. I promise." "What if he needs me?"

"He'll be okay. See you in a bit." Richie nods hesitantly before going into Eddie's room.

"Eds...I've gotta go...okay?" "Please...no..." he whimpers half asleep. "I've gotta." "Can't you stay?" "Believe me...I want to...don't cry Eds."

Richie frowns as he watches small tears roll down the boy's cheeks. Eddie's eyes stay close, he's too tired to actually open them. He whimpers, making Richie's heart ache.

"I don't want you to leave." "Number Four. Come along." Richie groans, holding the boy close.

Whispering "I'll be back and we can cuddle okay?" before he finds his way out of the house.

"Thanks baby." Seven smiles grabbing two water bottles from Patrick. "Do you think he'll be okay with out him?" "Who Richie? No. He never is. Eddie, possibly."

Right as the words come out of his mouth small thuds and a gagging sound makes Stan frown.

"I'll be back." He whispers climbing up the stairs quickly.

—an hour later.

Richie

Is Eddie okay?

He's asleep. I would say so.

Good.

—

Richie grins before stuffing his phone into his pocket, his arm slithers around Beverly's waist as Mike picks the two up and throwing them.

—

"Victor. Your phone is ringing." "I'm getting it. Give me a second." He grumbles pushing Henry out of the way.

"Watch it idiot." "What are you gonna do? Stab me? Oh please do." He teases clearly not in a good mood.

—phone call

Hey Rich.

Could you tell Stan to answer his texts?

Yeah...is that all you called for?

Yeah...I guess. I'm sorry baby.

Whatever.

Listen. I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out.

It's fine...see you later.

Later.