Beverly understood. She did, really - they were all stubborn idiots who would die for each other, and some of them did. That was the meat and potatoes of it - they loved each other, and love made you do stupid, stupid things. It was why Stan thought he had to take himself off the chessboard to give them all a sporting chance. It was why Eddie threw that fence post like a spear into the center of evil itself. It was why any of them had even come back to Derry at all.
She let go of one of his hands and gently swiped her thumbs over the tears that spilled from Stan's eyes. "You were there," she uttered softly, sweetly, calm enough to warm hearts and send them drifting out to sea. "I felt you there - you were with us." His token had been a shower cap, they placed it into the fire for the failed ritual - but even beyond that, Stan wouldn't have let them face Pennywise alone.
"And you know we just bullied that fucker to death, Stan. That's how I know you were with us." No one let loose a barrage of insults and jabs quite like her Stanley.