Stan | Richie
It didn't really matter that so many years had passed since he'd been able to spend time with Richie or Eddie, they fell right back into things like they hadn't missed any amount of time at all. There was a part of Stan that regretted denying himself that chance once already, but he knew it would have been selfish of him to try to reconnect the way so much of him wanted to. Maybe that's what all of this was for, a second chance at the thing that he'd missed out on.
Whatever the reason Stan couldn't find it in him to regret having this again.
"Some of us learned how to adult along the way," Stan reminded Richie though he doubted he needed it. "Still I can't say I want to end up having to cook for you every night of the week."
He might not have known it when they were kids, at least not in the way he knew now, but Stan had always known in a way, Richie and Eddie were a package deal, it was just the way things were and Stan never would have thought anything otherwise about it. But he liked the confirmation of it now, when Richie felt like he could say it. He huffed a little and nodded, "Yeah, I love you too Rich." Because no matter what else Stan felt about the world, and his place in it, Stan loved the Losers, each and every one of them. It was why he'd done what he did, because he loved them too much to try and pull any of them in danger because of his own fears.
"I love him too." He added for good measure, because it felt good to focus on that rather than the fear that had been so intense that Richie wasn't sure he'd survive it.