[The friends that Richie had made were either leeches to his limelight or friends due to circumstances. True friends, real friends - he hadn't had any of those for more than a decade and the last time he'd ever seen them, he can't remember. He can't remember saying goodbye to Eddie, he just knows that he did, and that makes him feel worse.]

Eddie, what the fuck happened to-

[Richie's trying to get up, but he's not quite steady and it takes him a minute. He has nothing left to give, and he almost collapses after he's up but manages to make it to the wall for support.]

I can't remember shit. I can't remember.

[Richie doesn't get it, and he can't really blame Eddie if he gets upset with him but his hands find the rag on the back of his neck and linger there. He looks marginally wounded like a child stricken. What he knows absolutely, is that he'd fucking put it all down for him but it's all still rattled around and disorganized in his skull.]

You and me? Eddie, I'm not gonna lie to you - I'm really past the point of playing doctor, even though you're the most qualified guy I know. I don't want you to see me like this.