Stan the Man (stanbyme) wrote in snapthread, @ 2020-02-20 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | richie tozier, stanley uris |
WHO: Stan and Richie
WHAT: Just two guys being dudes
WHERE: Their house
WHEN: Tonight
Just when Stan felt like he'd been getting a hang on this place it went and did something to reassure him that no, he was severely mistaken he was not at all in a position to have any sort of handle on this place and that he really ought to just stop trying to pretend that he did. Which was of course where the issue was for him. Because Stan was the sort of person that liked order, he liked cleanliness, he liked to have a modicum of control over his life, it was a little bit of why he'd done what he'd done to end up here in the first place. To be the one to choose, to do it himself and not allow it to happen some other way, because he knew it would have and then his friends would have had to deal with the fall out of that.
But now he was here, and well he wasn't having thoughts that suggested maybe he needed to take drastic moves again to get away from it all, to save anyone. But he was struggling with it all, trying to figure out how to keep his legs under him and his wits about him as best he could. Which was why he stuck so close to his Losers.
Maybe he'd figure out how to change that, how to be better about it. Maybe not. It was hard to say really, but what was never hard was being around them. Stan couldn't believe he'd spent so long without them, not remembering who they'd been or how vital they had once been to him. But he had a chance now to fix that, to make it right and be better with them, and that was something to hold on to tightly now that he had it again.
"Richie," Stan groaned as he threw himself down beside him, leaning heavily into his side with a huff. "Entertain me," He pressed, not that he actually expected anything spectacular out of Richie in that moment, as much as he just wanted a little bit of his attention before he went off to bother one of the others. Maybe Eddie.