(There it is. Eddie's hands go straight to his hips and his lip curls up in a familiar expression of distaste. If Stan listened hard enough, he could probably already hear Eddie's endless stream of conscious thought listing off every single reason why someone should clean their hands.

He lifts a hand and points.)

Don't even try me, Uris. Henry Bowers regularly neglected cleaning his hands and you know that's true. Jesus, Richie usually doesn't either.

(To which Eddie shudders. Richie actually really only ever did that to bother Eddie, grabbing at his face after. Such a pain in his ass.)

Don't say it like that! (Great, now you got him wailing a little. Problem is Eddie totally has been paranoid about that sort of thing. After all, this world was new, so that meant anything else could be new to them later down the road.)