He nodded in response to the advice. It was good. He actually would listen to it and trust Richie's decisions on all of this. He'd trust that the other knew what he wanted. Who he wanted. That the other had known this since they were two bickering little boys desperate for each other's attention. "Sometimes I just wish I knew what he saw." He admitted before looking up to Bill and offering him a soft smile. "I mean. I think I kind of know what he saw in me when we were kids. I was cute and wore short shorts every chance I got." He was trying to joke a little. Trying to pull himself out of these thoughts and the mood he was in. Maybe it wouldn't last. Maybe it was too little too late here but he'd rather Bill went away from this thinking he wasn't a total asshole.
Maybe it was a little hypocritical considering how Bill's own joke had gone over. He was sorry about that too. "I'm sorry I didn't take your joke well." Obviously he didn't think Bill was actually going to do something like that. It just struck the wrong nerve. "The doors put Stan, Richie, and I back in this house of absolute horror that was responsible for a lot of childhood trauma so the joke struck a nerve." Again. That wasn't Bill's fault.
Bill was a nice guy. He certainly didn't deserve Eddie's odd jealousy or anger. He didn't even deserve to be subjected to the way Eddie dealt with things that upset him. "Thank you for being there for Richie when he needed it, especially in the begining when he couldn't even really look at me. I'm glad he has a friend who can get his mind off things." He wouldnt ask about anything Richie may have said back then about what he'd just gone through. Whatever Richie had decided to tell Bill was between the two of them. On the off chance that Richie had told Bill about his death and how it had happened Eddie just didn't want to know.