Bill on the other hand loved magic, what wasn’t to love? Okay sure this locked together with a near stranger thing wasn’t great, but that wasn’t his magic and it wasn’t the magic he was used to. At least he could focus on the good kind, transfiguring two buttons into clean mugs.
He poured them both a cup of coffee and breathed in the steam from his before taking a sip. It wasn’t going to solve any immediate problems, but it would help. “We are, lucky for me,” Bill said as he perched on the end of the bed. A few sips of coffee weren’t going to cure a hangover and his head ached down into his jaw and right into his scars.
Now that Richie had pants on it was less creepy to obviously check him out over the rim of his cup, giving him a little smile. “Maybe it’s just my dreams coming true.”