Eddie Kaspbrak | OTA (MW)
Eddie kind of just wanted to go home. He wasn't sure why he'd decided or agreed to come to the party at all. Only maybe he did know. Maybe he didn't like the idea of being at the Loser house alone. So he'd agreed. He didn't bother with a costume because he was a 40 year old man who'd been through hell three times. That didn't leave much room for figuring out a costume or gathering things together for a costume. Other people had and good for them. Eddie just wasn't in the mood. He was just there to not be alone.
He'd stuck close to Stan immediately after their arrival. Had even clung to the other a little as they both decompressed but, eventually, figured he was being a little too clingy with the Loser he wasn't currently dating and that was probably weird. He probably shouldn't cling to Stan or keep him from mingling and making new friends. Everyone Eddie had met was nice. Stan would benefit from being around one of them. He'd made an excuse and slipped away and that was probably shitty now that he thought about it. It probably felt like he was ditching the other and maybe he should go back and apologize. In a minute. When he could be positive and not worry about dragging Stan down a little further with him.
Maybe he'd drifted a little too far towards the edge of the party. He was still in the same room, still around all the people and the drink table was within easy reach but he'd sort of lost sight of Richie and Stan. That was okay. They were okay. Probably. He just needed to remind himself to breathe. To remind himself that it was all over. He'd gone through Neibolt once again and survived this time. He'd gone through a murdery forest. He'd dealt with a hotel full of murder ghosts. He could take on anything. Just not right now and in the morning. Probably. For now he'd just drink.