Richie | Stan
"We did have a rock war," Stan agreed, and that was the thing about the Losers wasn't it? Because on his own well Stan was ordered and evenly paced and he went slowly at things and considered his options. With them he didn't do that so much, oh sure he wasn't quite ready to run head first into danger the way some of the rest of them did but he didn't sit back and wait all the time either, he joined them in rock fights and went into horrible haunted houses and defended his friends. He needed to get some of that back again.
He winced when Richie grimaced and he thought he could understand that, he had a feeling Octane was running on less than full strength over the last few days but it didn't stop Stan from feeling exhausted at the end of each day either. "Might not be all bad, sometimes it's nice to feel that good kind of sore." He agreed, he'd been familiar with that from time to time, not that Stan was the work out all the time kind of guy, but he'd done it enough to know that feeling. "Don't explode, we'll all be inconsolable if you do." He warned, "Try some of that Jane Fonda jazzercise or something instead."