Don't think there's a god. Well, at least not outside of the turtle anyway.

(Which Eddie was almost positive he'd seen on his way out of death. Or felt the warmth of- something. He hadn't felt alone, but in a nice way.)

Yeah, it does. (Eddie smiles with some measure of fondness.) I bet you were amazing at it too. I never got the chance to hear any of it.

(Which...sucked. As a kid Eddie always figured he'd be the president of all official Richie Tozier fanclubs. It was hard for him to imagine not supporting him.)

Oh trust me. I'm not looking to get drunk again just yet. I'm the one that brought a bottle of scotch to the library. Or was it whiskey...Shit, I don't remember. Things are already feeling fuzzy again.

(Eddie says this with a soft snort, rolling his eyes at himself. He was rarely sober, but his means of achieving that were far more subtle. He rests his chin into his palm, looking at Richie.)

Cutie? (Eddie makes an entire display of looking wide eyed and around the table.) Is someone joining us?

(He was absolutely being a little shit.)