Stan | Richie
It wasn't like Richie couldn't interact with people. Sure, he was still a loudmouth most of the time, and he was just as liable to say something that'd get him into trouble as not but -- he knew how to mingle at parties. You didn't make it in what was basically show business by being a complete shut in. "Yeah. Wizards. It's fucking weird," he admitted. "But they're all nice and useful as hell. Eds got one of them to build that hammock in the living room. Wouldn't shut up about how cool the guy was." To Eddie's credit, they'd been kids, but still.
Yeah, mostly wasn't the worst response that Richie could have gotten to his stupid question and -- well. He almost believed it. Because mostly meant not completely and that felt about right. "Yeah," he said after a beat. "Me too." Mostly.
Richie loved Stan, the same he did all the Losers - unconditionally. And he was glad he was here but he was also -- difficult, in some ways. Because he'd been the only one who hadn't shown up at the Jade, because before right now, Richie had never known him as an adult and it was just -- harder to think of that little kid version of Stan offing himself in a bathtub. It fucked shit up in Richie's head, a little bit. He wanted to figure him out, he wanted their relationship to be easy, breezy and beautiful. And those fucking Doors were making it a hell of a lot harder than it should have been. They couldn't move on past what they'd been if they kept getting thrown back into that fucking Well House.
But he could fucking try.
Drinking his drink, Richie threw an arm around Stan's shoulders -- casual. Cool. Just a normal thing for Richie Tozier, who had always been a tactile sort. "Mingling. Eddie? Jesus Christ, Stan. You've probably unleashed him onto some poor unwitting stranger and now they're hearing it about FDA guidelines and fire hazards."