[ Richie listens attentively, not once picking at his clothes or fidgeting and his leg doesn't even start bouncing up and down, not once--that's because Eddie needs him to listen, so he'll listen, even if he still has to stare off into the corner of the room as he does so. Eddie crying, even if it's less than it had been before, but it's still a lot.
He's eating those weird pills, too, and that's just second nature, he figures, because that's just Eddie. In a weird way that gives him sort sort of sense of normalcy: Richie will be loud and say something stupid, and Eddie will dope himself up. That doesn't mean it's enough, but it's a start, and Richie does the only thing he can think of and move forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Eddie's smaller frame.
He has to think of something, he has to say something-- ]
We will. [ It's still not enough. He stays like that, just holding his best friend, and decides not to wait until he can find the perfect phrase to cheer him up. He just says the first thing on his mind: ]
Hey--hey, if you go to hell, I'll be there, too. We can have a rock war with satan.
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He's eating those weird pills, too, and that's just second nature, he figures, because that's just Eddie. In a weird way that gives him sort sort of sense of normalcy: Richie will be loud and say something stupid, and Eddie will dope himself up. That doesn't mean it's enough, but it's a start, and Richie does the only thing he can think of and move forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Eddie's smaller frame.
He has to think of something, he has to say something-- ]
We will. [ It's still not enough. He stays like that, just holding his best friend, and decides not to wait until he can find the perfect phrase to cheer him up. He just says the first thing on his mind: ]
Hey--hey, if you go to hell, I'll be there, too. We can have a rock war with satan.