...The turtle? Maturin? (Eddie stares a bit hopelessly at Richie.) How the fuck do you not know? You literally-. It's like the only reason we could even defeat It. Maturin puked up our universe? None of this ringing a bell?

(Why was everything so different. Eddie rubs at his temple, sighing to himself.)

I'd like to figure that out for myself, thanks. (It's a gentle refusal of whatever mediocrity Richie thought he had going for him. Eddie had always seen Richie with stars in his eyes though.

It's a good question, and one Eddie had been wondering himself. He doesn't need the clarification because there was only really one thing Richie could be referring to. Eddie couldn't even really remember all of the Losers' names anymore and it hadn't been that long since they'd left. He wondered if it was worse because he was dead.)

I don't know. (Might as well be honest. He tips his head to look at Richie, looking a bit caged and nervous.)

I think so. I'm trying to remember everyone's names and I can't, really. I think there was a woman with us, but I don't remember. I remember two, maybe? When I was dying Bill was...(He frowns down at the table.) He was more worried about the second woman.

(Eddie swallows thickly, before shaking his head.)

Aubra? Audrey? Audra? Something like that, maybe. His wife. (Eddie was pretty positive that was right.

The confusion fades into amusement, and he grins at Richie.)

I'm sure you'll find new material in a city that glorifies schlong on the regular.

(He pats Richie's thigh just under the table, but in a friendly sort of way, slapping the thigh more than patting it. Mostly because Eddie was difficult. More difficult than anyone ever realized. Except maybe Richie.)