Bill smiled properly in return as he shook Stan's hand. "Hi, Stan. I'm B-b-b-Bill. Nuh-nice to r-re-meet you too."
He had so many questions he wanted to ask, and not just of Stan. He wanted to know everything his friends had done after they'd left Derry, what they did in college and who their friends were and their first jobs and all of it, everything. Stan and Richie and Eddie and Bill, at least, had spent the first 13 years of their lives living in each other's pockets, and then the clown had stolen that from them. He wanted that all back, damnit. He just hoped his stutter would let him talk.
"What d-do you do?" he asked. Easy one to begin with.