We were kids. Kids make all kinds of promises, because they're young and dumb.

[ And he knows there's something bigger behind it, something with the scar and the reason they forgot each other and Derry. Something big that scares the shit out of him even if he doesn't know exactly what it is. ]

Okay. We'll go home, we'll have a couple drinks, and we'll figure it out.

[ He reaches for a hand, links fingers and squeezes, feeling like he's painted neon and everybody's staring but it's fine. It's okay. He tugs Eddie towards the car lightly so he can get him settled in and they can head home. ]