"I'm just glad it worked," Eddie admit, honestly. His own life felt so small compared to what they may have prevented, he hadn't even been particularly enjoying it until then. He would have liked the chance to change it, to see who he could have been without the shadow of It and his childhood, but maybe that's what the hotel was for him anyway.
He smiled softly, his eyes maybe a little watery but a smile still. J'mon's words reminded him of Richie, of his unending faith in Eddie, even when Eddie didn't have it himself. He hoped his friend was okay, wherever he'd ended up. He responded to J'mon's squeeze with one of his own, a thank you without having to say it. "And I'm still glad to remember it." Maybe he could do without the memories of his death or the nightmares, but he would rather deal with those than forget his friends again.