Bill smiled back, before getting hugged. Except he was hugging Stan just as much, clinging while trying not to seem too desperate and hoping it might help stave off whatever was inside Stan's head that had told him to go take a warm bath with some razor blades.
"I muh-missed you," he said once the clinging urge faded a little. "Well, once I, I r-r-ruh-remembered, I d-did." It wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone's fault, except for the damn clown, but he still felt like shit for forgetting him. Forgetting all of them.
He reluctantly pulled back, and started to guide them both away from the window. There were comfy chairs and couches set round tables dotted throughout the room. They could sit at one of those instead of looking out at whatever bullshit was outside today. And no doubt Richie and Eddie would show up at some point, and then they might move it to the bar or the kitchen, depending on what people wanted to drink. But that was later on. Now, it was just the pair of them so he guided them both towards a couch.
"Ruh-richie's been here the longest. Eh-eh-Eddie and I got here a c-c-cuh-cuh- a cuh-c-c- A few days ag-go. I c-can try and a-answer any questions, b-b-buh-but it m-might take a while. Muh-my stutter came b-b-back along wuh-with the memories."