"I can explain," Richie began, frantic, as he moves towards the losers, "It's not what you think."
"Yeah, well you know what I think? I think that you didn't tr-trust us enough to tell us you're, you're ga-ga-gay." Ben says, eyes narrowed and hurt. He stormed down the stairs. Stan, Mike, and Ben followed him slowly, Bev staying behind with the lovers. They hear the door shut, and Bev turns to them. Richie looks over at Eddie to find tears starting in his eyes. He quickly walked over and wrapped his arms around Eddie, as he began to cry into his chest.
"I'm so so sorry guys," Bev says, nervous and saddened. "That wasn't Ben's place to step in, and it definitely wasn't his place to choose when you come out. We all love you are here for you, but Ben and the others just need some time to process things. I'm gonna run and catch up with them, I'll talk to them. I'm sorry."
"Thanks Bev, it means a lot. Just talk to him please." Richie says, hugging Eddie a little tighter as his sobs become louder. Bev waves and hurries down the stairs.
"I can't believe that just happened." Eddie mutters out. "They hate us, they all hate us. We were losers to begin with but now we're just fucking fags." Eddie yelps, reaching is arms around Richie.
"Eds, they're still our losers. This was just sudden for them. And for us. We're just figuring everything out. Don't worry, I promise you it'll all be okay tomorrow. I promise." Richie closes his eyes and gently kisses Eddie's forehead.
"I love you, no matter what they think of us." Eddie pulls Richie in impossibly closer and closes his eyes, tears halting.
"Come on, you need to sleep." Richie says. Eddie nods and walks over to the bed with his boyfriend. Richie lays down, and Eddie follows, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. Richie puts his arm around Eddie's shoulders and the boys drift off to sleep.