Stan | Richie
"Yes it is," Stan agreed simply, but it was kind of nice to see Richie interacting with people in a way that could be called normal from a distance, maybe it would have been something else if he'd been close enough to hear whatever it was they'd talked about. But dancing at a party? That sounded like character growth to Stan. As for Bill Weasley, well that was something else entirely. Stan raised an eyebrow at Rich as he explained that he was a wizard and had fixed his glasses for him. "So there are wizards here too?" He said after a beat, "Wonderful."
Yeah it did sound a little insane, or it would have if they'd had anything that might have resembled a normal life. But they hadn't, Stan nearly had his face ripped off by a woman from a painting and they'd fought off a murderous clown when they'd been just kids, so he supposed that wizards could be a thing too - even if he kind of hoped for a bit more normal in the midst of all the other insanity that surrounded them here.
Stan was a quiet get together kind of guy, a spend the night in with his wife while working on a puzzle kind of guy, a talk radio in the car sort of guy. But things changed all the time, he hadn't been here a week yet, but he could tell that much at least. He rolled his eyes when Richie asked if he was okay, because no of course he wasn't okay, nothing about any of this was okay. But he nodded after a moment, "Yeah, mostly." At least for this particular stretch of five minutes he was okay.
"He slipped away a little bit ago, I think he's mingling?" At least Stan hoped he was, and that he hadn't ended up wandering off on his own, which made him feel a little bit like they should go find him too just to make sure he was okay. Maybe this feeling would wear off in time, this need to be close, but for the moment it felt like it took everything in him not to cling to Richie and Eddie constantly.