With the door closed behind them, Stan leaned up against it watching Richie as he perched up on the sink, like this was the sort of place people gathered to talk or something and that was just how people did things. Not that Stan was going to say anything about that just yet.
He let Richie take his time though, let him figure out whether or not he actually wanted to own up to needing someone or not, they could bullshit for a while if that was what he wanted, Stan didn't mind. He probably owed Richie that much, and even if he didn't he'd have done it for him regardless. So he nodded when Richie did finally say yes.
But what he said after that just made Stan huff softly a grin on his face. "Unfortunately you're the only one still dreaming about Eddie's mom." He told him shaking his head, but the long standing jokes about Eddie's mom were kind of necessary really. Richie wouldn't have been Richie without them. "No, no it was actually about work which is just... wrong you know?" He said with a sigh, "I used to do that sometimes, when some big thing was coming up, I'd dream about it before it happened, all the ways it might go wrong, because I wasn't stressing out about it enough while I was awake." He rolled his eyes at himself. "But here I am, no work to go to today and I'm still dreaming about some big presentation I've got to give."