(Dealing with Richie Tozier was Eddie Kaspbrak's one genuine talent, if he had any at all. Eddie making a fuss was half of how he dealt with it. Richie would be an absolute menace if Eddie didn't make a fuss (though in some ways, he would also probably be more tolerable too if Eddie didn't react so Goddamn much). Eddie is satisfied with Bill's response, smiling a little bit, because see? Bill got it.
That smile doesn't last very long. He had been nervous about Richie seeing the evidence of Eddie being left to his own devices, and he was just as nervous about Bill seeing it. It was a different kind of nervous, though. He didn't want Bill to worry about him, and he knew how it looked, really, he did. At the time it had seemed like a good idea, but at a glance, Eddie felt like he looked crazy. He knew he was crazy, at least a little bit, and that was still something he was struggling to deal with. But Bill had already gone through so much. The last thing he needed to worry about was Eddie.
The hand on his shoulder is reassuring, but only just enough to get Eddie to open the door. It was just about the same as when he had shown Richie, only his medicine bottles had, at some point, been knocked over.
Eddie steps aside so that Bill could go in first. Maybe, Eddie thought with that stupid soft childish hope, if he swelled up big enough, he could hide all of it. He'd paint over it if he wasn't still paranoid about forgetting everything. He shuts the door behind him, his eyes on the floor.)
I'll..I can show you where we're staying. Then you can pick wherever you want to stay. (Eddie's voice is faint, shaking around the edges. He had told Richie not to say anything, but he could never tell Bill that. Not when Bill's little brother was on that door. It didn't matter if it made Eddie anxious to think about Bill upset; it would be worse to take that agency from him.)
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That smile doesn't last very long. He had been nervous about Richie seeing the evidence of Eddie being left to his own devices, and he was just as nervous about Bill seeing it. It was a different kind of nervous, though. He didn't want Bill to worry about him, and he knew how it looked, really, he did. At the time it had seemed like a good idea, but at a glance, Eddie felt like he looked crazy. He knew he was crazy, at least a little bit, and that was still something he was struggling to deal with. But Bill had already gone through so much. The last thing he needed to worry about was Eddie.
The hand on his shoulder is reassuring, but only just enough to get Eddie to open the door. It was just about the same as when he had shown Richie, only his medicine bottles had, at some point, been knocked over.
Eddie steps aside so that Bill could go in first. Maybe, Eddie thought with that stupid soft childish hope, if he swelled up big enough, he could hide all of it. He'd paint over it if he wasn't still paranoid about forgetting everything. He shuts the door behind him, his eyes on the floor.)
I'll..I can show you where we're staying. Then you can pick wherever you want to stay. (Eddie's voice is faint, shaking around the edges. He had told Richie not to say anything, but he could never tell Bill that. Not when Bill's little brother was on that door. It didn't matter if it made Eddie anxious to think about Bill upset; it would be worse to take that agency from him.)