Stan | Richie
"I did learn how to adult," Richie said, shrugging one shoulder lazily. "I learned how to buy stuff and do laundry and pay someone else to do my taxes and lawn work." All adult things, thank you very much. So if he had a mostly microwave and take out policy on food -- well. That didn't seem unfair? "But see, exactly. Gotta get those two restaurants running smoothly."
It was true, even back when they'd been little shits running around and throwing their bikes down in the middle of the streets like they'd owned the whole of Derry, Rich and Eddie had sort of just been a pair. A never agreeing, constantly bickering pair that Stan had given up trying to break apart and started rolling his eyes about ... probably a lot earlier than most kids might have. It'd been mostly simpler back then though.
"Of course," Richie said pressing his cheek to the top of Stan's head because he was sort of just a sucker for physical affections, and he'd been denying himself this sort of behavior for a long time. It was easier to do it again, with his best friends. "And Bill, Mike, Ben and Bev," he said. Because they all loved each other without question, completely. Richie missed them. "But you love me best, right?"