It sounds like our side of the coin had a bit more time to catch up. We talked for a long time. We talked about why none of us had kids- stuff like that.

(Granted there had been the similar interruption of demon fortune cookies, but it had just been one thing on the list. Eddie hadn't been a fan discussing children either, and he had been bitchy and snappy that entire conversation. Eddie hadn't been thrilled about spousal discussion himself. He hated to bring up Myra in front of the others. It had felt like admitting defeat, and he hadn't been able to look at Richie while he did it.)

How do you figure they're yours? You don't feel different.

(Eddie's brow's furrowed, but gradually it smoothes out. He rests forward and cups his face with both of his hands.)

I think you're right, actually. (He had been pretty upset about the differences originally. Confused, conflicted, wondering what had happened that made everything so weird.) It's not like we're there anymore. And it's not like we can turn back time. There's only what's left in front of us.

(He wasn't even trying to be sentimental. It was just true. They were the only ones in the city, and Eddie had died. Even if they were thrown back into their world, there was nothing there for him anymore except the ground he'd rot on. He doesn't say as much to Richie, but it's there in the air.)

This is my only future now anyway. (Because it was. He looks at Richie, his gray eyes dark but certain.) So...Fuck it, right? I have you.

(Which is the only thing Eddie's ever really cared about to begin with. He lets Richie order, smiling against the edge of his hand. The smile only grows.)

I...am an innocent man, Richard. I've only got pure intentions.