"Did you sleep okay?" was Beverly's response - a question and also her answer, because no. None of them slept okay, or well, or even deeply. That probably wouldn't change - at least not for awhile. Her terrors soaked in nightmare fuel and lit flame, that she saw in her dreams after being injected with the Deadlights virus and while it ran its course, had kept her up for years. Literally. So she wasn't exactly used to sweet vanilla dreams and sugar plums.
But Stan had opened the door and he was here and Jesus, she could feel herself getting misty-eyed again. "I'm - " Her free hand not clenching a mug in a death grip reached up and brushed at his hair, sweeping it away from his eyes. "You're so handsome."
Because she hadn't gotten to see how well he turned out, after all. Not in the flesh. "Can I come in? I thought...maybe we could talk."