#dptysns

Gasoline, the cans read. “Are you trying to burn something?” He crossed his arms. “I should call the police on you. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t.”

“No, it should have been me. It was supposed to be me.” Richie gets up from the couch and immediately bolts out of the motel room, but after he got a few feet away from the door he remembered Bev had the keys. So he opts to go find the lobby and see if they have a bar. That poor guy didn’t need to deal with Richie’s heart breaking just looking at him, reminding him just how much he loved the man who died in his arms. 

They were in a car (who’s, he didn’t know but it probably didn’t matter at that point), assuming going to a hospital. “Was I not?” he finally managed to ask. Maybe he should just keep talking, keep his focus on something.

Being back in Derry was confusing. Confusing and terrifying. Seeing his friends- hell, remembering his friends- was amazing. It was like having a huge piece of himself that he’d lost long ago finally click back into place. Yet-- with that good, so much bad was flooding back. Things he’d long forgotten, things he’d repressed to stave off the loneliness that followed the forgetting. It was... a lot. The worst though was the fear. It was raw and consuming, and it settled heavily into his very core. It was familiar in its weight. Putting a sort of context to a lot of the terrifying experiances he’d but himself in since that Summer in the sewers. It’s what made him pick up his phone the second he was alone and call the only person he knew would believe him and understand that fear in some context.  Bill was barely able to stutter out an explination, before Ronnie was stating that he was coming to Derry. No protest Bill made would deter him. He was a hard man to stop when he set his mind on something- which was probably one of the reasons they got on as they did. At the very least Bill managed to convince the other man to let him pay for the ticket, and uber from the airport. So at least there was that. Currently he was pacing anxiously in the lobby of the townhouse. The other losers had finally relocated to keep drinking or finally go to sleep. He’d gotten the text not long ago that Ronnie had landed and was on his way. He couldn’t get here soon enough.

“ It doesn’t matter if it stopped or not! ”

     “ you  okay ? ”  jakob doesn’t mean to startle the other, but that thousand yard stare on his face has him worried.  “ you  look  like  you’re  about  to  pass  out . ”

it’s fine - i’ll just be sobbing in my office.