Richie | Stan
"I'm not sure either," Richie agreed with a lopsided smile -- rubbing his nose a little obnoxiously into the curve of Stan's neck. Eddie wasn't the only one he was missing, right now, even if it was who he was complaining about most loudly. But Richie felt a little sadder every day he wasn't next to all of his Losers. They'd been apart for too long before this, and now Richie couldn't fathom even an entire day apart from Stan and Beverly, either. He didn't want to have to.
"We should get you out more, after all this," he mused, because just hanging out at a bar was pretty chill. So long as they pretended they weren't stuck to someone else at the same time.
Richie glanced over his shoulder at Steve, who was currently making the most soppy faces with the Mayor that Richie had ever seen. It was probably the kind of faces he made at Eddie. Eddie, who was notably absent. "It's okay," he said after a moment. "No more eyefuls. I've been hanging out in the gym a lot. And watching Steve made disapproving faces at Bill for existing." Poor Bill.