[Of course Richie knocks the drink back, like a champ. Back in Derry, when he'd walked in and come face to face with Eddie, a lot of the feelings came rushing up to the surface. Feelings, first. Then memories, and the longer they spent together the more it came back.

By the time they were crawling into the gray water Riche knew things he would've rather forgotten. More than desperate touching, in quiet unseen places, so much more. He remembered sneaking through Eddie's window on a regular basis. Slow-kissing under covers. Richie can remember their first time, Eddie holding a hand over his mouth so that he wouldn't give them away. Mrs. K sleeping in front of the TV downstairs added a sense of danger he didn't know until that moment that he liked. Richie cried afterward, and Eddie didn't say anything- never brought it up again. That colored his feelings, it made him want to lay everything on the line but then- Eddie got hurt, and Richie couldn't look at him without blaming himself.]

Dude, you look like shit. [Sorry, not sorry. He knows Eddie- inside and out, he hasn't been taking care of himself. That much is clear.] You need to treat my best friend better. Jesus.

Florida wouldn't be half as much fun as shacking up with me and you know it. Mike's probably got a lot better bedside manner though. He'd bring you milk and cookies and watch General Hospital with you.