Beverly took the cigarette, pinning it between her lips and leaning in to light up. She'd just barely gotten through the first inhale, something about it a little electric, when Richie said the magic word, Eddie, and also talked about him in the present. Now, she hadn't coughed while smoking since she was a teenager - she was pretty sure her first time smoking had actually been around Richie, and they'd scissored their lungs together on breaks from high school classes and reading Tess of the d'Urbervilles because fuck that, at football games, in alleyways.
But she definitely coughed now, the sound punched out of her.
"What?" was all she could say, stopping in her tracks and looking at him with big blue eyes that already started misting over; in this weather, tears may freeze on lashes too so she needed to be careful. "Eddie's - where is Eddie?"