It's alright, Eddie. We're h-here now. [Bill feels a shared shame, smaller than Eddie's, but his own memories had been a little distant since arriving, and there had been things he had either started to forget or fully put out of his mind. Eddie's conviction, though, is shared, and Bill just nods, reluctantly letting Eddie move about. As badly as he wants to just keep holding onto some part of his friends to keep connected to them.

He smiles at Eddie, a little thin as most of his have been since Georgie's death, but he doesn't falter.]

You won't f-forget again. We w-won't let each other forget. [They couldn't. There had been too much, and so much of it, painful or otherwise, was too important. Bill wouldn't let the dead kids be forgotten. He wouldn't let Georgie be forgotten. He wouldn't forget about what happens when they don't stick together and look out for one another.]

Do you want to show me the r-rest?