[No, they hadn't seen each other since the incident. Richie stayed longer than any of the other losers through some of Eddie's recovery. When the guy was mobile he had to leave to continue his tour dates and he'd called once or twice when he heard that Eddie was back in New York but ended up hanging up through the sound of the ringer or missing him entirely, and leaving some half-baked voicemail.
Being in Derry had stirred up a lot of old feelings for him, memories deeper than the totem incident at the theater. Stolen moments in the hammock at their clubhouse and in an open field under the dull heat of the afternoon. Things no one else could see, moments no one else knew about but them. Him, maybe. Richie wasn't sure what Eddie did or didn't remember.
So, while looking over some lines sent to him for the next act he's surprised to see Eddie's name when his phone vibrates against the desk.]
Dude Why are you in LA? forget the hotel, I have a guest room just come to my address.
What the fuck, man? Don't make me call you to get answers.
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Being in Derry had stirred up a lot of old feelings for him, memories deeper than the totem incident at the theater. Stolen moments in the hammock at their clubhouse and in an open field under the dull heat of the afternoon. Things no one else could see, moments no one else knew about but them. Him, maybe. Richie wasn't sure what Eddie did or didn't remember.
So, while looking over some lines sent to him for the next act he's surprised to see Eddie's name when his phone vibrates against the desk.]
Dude
Why are you in LA?
forget the hotel, I have a guest room just come to my address.
What the fuck, man?
Don't make me call you to get answers.