Who: Eddie and Bev When: Jan 17th (backdated) Where: Bugland, convenience store What: Talks Warnings: none so far; talk of death, spiders, clowns possible
Eddie kind of hated everything about this place. He'd been careful to clean the scrapes on his hands and knees and the cut through his eyebrow, but still felt covered in a layer of grime and filth that came from sweating and living almost outdoors for days without proper showers. The bugs mostly seemed to leave them alone here, or at least the dangerous ones did, and he was grateful for that at least. And grateful that most of the people he was closest to were here too. Or at least somewhere that he knew they were safe.
Almost.
He knew Bill was gone. He had for a while. Talking to Richie and Stan had only confirmed that. And he was sure Beverly could feel it the same way they all could. But he remembered the conversation last time the two of them had talked to him, and he wasn't so sure she'd want to believe it on her own. He hadn't wanted to just...say it, with her, the way he had Stan and Richie, because it felt like that would hurt her more than it needed to. They were all going to miss him, but something told him Bev would be the hardest hit.
He waited until after dark. The evenings always felt perilous, that transition between the insects that roamed the day and the ones who stalked at night, but once things settled and most of the light was gone, the unease that hung in the air seemed to loosen some. He only held a small candle for light, something his wife, no, ex-wife, would have had a name for. Tea candle maybe? He wasn't sure. But it gave off just enough light to see by without attracting anything unwanted. He found Bev and sat next to her, offering up a bag of trail mix he'd been picking at.