"Oh boy, does he ever," Richie said, clearly pleased to be off the subject of himself, and on to more normal things. "The curly hair. The button nose. He got the Loser's Club Glow Up, Bev. It's not even right." Stan, like so many of the other Losers, had grown up almost inexplicably hot. Richie wasn't ashamed to say he'd looked -- obviously, for all the ribbing he'd given to Ben back at the Jade.
"Home it is." He was glad, glad she'd agreed to live with them, glad she used the word Home without argument, even if Richie full well fucking knew that this place was fucked and weird and showing up with no warning wasn't a homey sort of feeling. But they'd always been pretty good at making the most out of what they had and this didn't seem much different.
"They're gonna lose their shit," Richie said, grief and nerves getting lost in the pure chaotic glee that he was clearly getting from the concept of Eddie losing his goddamned mind.