It was a lot harder to feel worried about whatever evil might or might not be lingering in the depths of his brain when . Richie was high, because while Beverly was frowning about it, Richie was -- well. Eating cookies. She'd had a good plan here, asking questions like this while they were both high out of their minds. Sure, he was still worried, and he knew it was probably -- a thing. A serious thing that often did wake him up at nights. But... it felt a little more removed from him than it usually did.
"It feels real," he agreed in repetition. "Like... like deja vu. Or like I've already seen something happening or something that will happen?" He frowned over it, biting his lip thoughtfully. "But this place also kinda makes it -- I don't know. This place isn't a thing I think I saw. When I was -- you know. In there." Caught up in the deadlights while Eddie went and did something truly fucking stupid, getting himself killed in the process. That kept him up just as much or more than anything else. Eddie's blood in his mouth, and in the cracks of his glasses lens -- that had Richie getting up and running to choke out acid and his last meal in the toilet more often than not.
But some problems could never be fixed, and maybe other ones could. "I -- I guess. The idea of someone fucking around with my head is..." Rich fell silent, not sure how to put it, that it was something that frightened him.