"About sewer alligators?" Richie asked, when Stan wanted to know if he wanted to talk about it. It was a bad deflection, and even he knew that -- perhaps he'd not built up enough momentum with his initial ridiculous question, there wasn't even any steam to run in.
Anyway, if any of them were worried about things from the sewers showing up, they both knew it wasn't alligators. Richie'd never even seen one outside a fucking zoo before.
He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment before opening the door wider, like maybe he was just allowing Stan to step in if he wanted, as opposed to Richie being the one to leave it. He wasn't even in here for a reason, but it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be, either. "I don't know what we'd talk about," he admitted, but he wasn't really sure that was true so much as that there was maybe too much to say.