Yeah, there she went, getting all thoughtful about stuff that wouldn't ever make sense even if they were in their right minds. But Richie hummed thoughtfully too, like it did make sense. Like they could crack this if they tried hard enough. "Yeah. Different. Weird, but different. Not as -- threatening." The difference between here and the Deadlights was -- well, there were a ton of them, but the biggest one was that Richie wanted to be here. He was still just himself when he was here.
That mattered.
"Did you --" He paused in order to shift, to curl himself up a little, to press himself more near Beverly until they were so in each others space, they didn't actually have any space to claim anymore. "Did it ever make you sick, or anything?"