Such a careful statement. It got an equally slow and careful nod in response.
"Wuh-we a-a-are, yeah. R-ruh-Richie's from a-after ev-ev-everything's over. E-e-e-eh-eddie's from when w-w-wuh-we f-f-f-fight Ih-ih-ih-ih... th-th-the c-c-c-cl-cluh, th-the c-c-c-cl-," Bill said, trying to explain, but the stutter clogged things up and the words got stuck in his throat. Possibly because he was explaining a timeline where two of his best friends died within days of each other? Christ. He blinked hard as the timings struck him.
And then he had an idea. He quickly shoved his glasses up and wiped at his eyes, then took the moleskine out of his back pocket, one of his pens still clipped to the back cover, and then sat down on the couch closest to them both. He gestured for Stan to sit beside him, and then quickly sketched out a timeline. He marked on it Mike's phonecalls, the meal at the 'Jade of the Orient' the next day, going to the house on Neibolt Street the day after that, and then the line trailed on to the edge of the page. And then he wrote everyone's names and where they were from on the timeline before passing it over to Stan.