It would take a little time for him to work up to the idea that he'd played any part at all in getting them to the point where they'd been able to kill It, but he allowed Bev to correct him all the same. "No it doesn't, it couldn't." Not after everything, there was no way that sort of thing would simply be gone from any of them. They'd carry the weight of it around with them for the rest of their lives. "It's not fair what it took from us." The years they could have had, the support they might have had from one another.
Stan wrapped himself around her too as Bev pressed close, the warmth and softness of her a kind of comfort that he needed, glad that she was there with him and they weren't both tiptoeing around one another any longer. Stan needed this more than he needed to be wary of one of his longest friends. "Yeah they do," Stan agreed, "It's been a long time coming." And it wouldn't have happened anywhere else but here. So they deserved the chance for now.
"Fine is one word for it," Stan said after a moment and exhaled. "We -ah, did Richie tell you about the doors? That take you to other places?" He asked. "We tried to go through a couple weeks ago. It was supposed to be a store, some place to pick out furniture and clothes and things, get what we needed, things like that." He explained, "We went through and the door closed behind us, and we were in Niebolt." He shivered at the memory, they'd made it out of it together, but for a minute there he hadn't been certain they would make it, especially when Richie had gotten separated from them. "I haven't been back since then."
Maybe he should have told her about the bird watching he and Eddie had done, or something like that, kept things light, but he couldn't help it - she should know too.