Beverly chuckled huskily, fingers finding one of those messy curls to tug on when Stan touched his forehead to hers. Then she just gave up trying to restrain herself and carded her whole hand through that mess, leaning in and pressing a dusting of kisses to his five o'clock shadowed cheek. "You could have," she agreed. "IT didn't like being called a clown." Although Richie had used the choice phrase 'sloppy bitch' at some point, on purpose to get Pennywise to leave Mike alone - the damn thing didn't like that either. "We made him feel small, crushed his heart. Now IT's gone for good - see?"
She uncurled her fingers, showing Stan the palm of her hand - the scar made with jagged glass, to seal the blood oath when they were kids, had disappeared. The glamour of the town lifted, that funeral shroud keeping all the darkness inside - and Mike was finally able to take some time for himself. To leave that place. He'd stayed behind for all of them, also because of their bond.
"I'm glad to see you too, Stanny," she murmured, curling up in his blankets and sheets and tugging him closer so she could snuggle up to him. Maybe she'd get more sleep this way, actual sleep. "How long have you been here? With Eddie and Richie sharing a room?"
That made her smirk, but it wasn't surprising. Those two dumbasses actually thought no one noticed that their tomfoolery as kids was some kind of crush thing.