Life in town was - well it was a difficult thing to quantify for Stan, who had always felt like had a fairly decent handle on things, until of course he hadn't, when the rug had been pulled out from under him and he'd been left pinwheeling with nothing to catch him. And for a while there it had felt a little like maybe that was just going to continue here, that feeling of not being quite certain of where he was or what was happening only that it was - but in the weeks since they'd made it back from Niebolt the second time, at least for Stan, it had started to feel a little bit more like he was on solid ground again.
Which was not to say that any of it made much sense really, but Eddie was there and Richie too, and there were others as well, an entire town of people who didn't look at him like he was breakable or a failure. So it was something, and it was becoming something more the longer he was there.
And it seemed that he wasn't the only one who sometimes faced some feelings of strangeness about all of this, he heard Richie swear and quirked up an eyebrow, "Everything alright in there?" He called out to him.
It was maybe a ridiculous question, there were times that nothing felt like it could be alright here, but most often it felt like they were putting their lives back together again, the way they'd been meant to be all along, together. So yeah, he was concerned.