"Generous of you." He said and, really, that seemed like too much time. If Richie decided to keep being completely unhelpful then Eddie would just fill it with whatever he liked. The comedian would just have to deal with it. Until he could find something to do he had all the time in the world to furniture shop. Or figure out where people actually got furniture from. He didn't expect there to be much of disruption to what was slowly becoming routine here.
He nearly laughed at what she said. Obviously, yes, he believed she'd fought down an alien army. That wasn't hard to believe after the fucking clown. It was just the idea that she might decide fighting an alien army was better than having a set of severed legs charge her from inside a closet. Nevermind that Natasha probably wouldn't have seen a closet. "Remember that child murdering clown I told you about? Yeah, he liked playing head games with us. Psychological torture bullshit. When you come over I'll tell you about the time I froze up and Richie nearly died." Because now was not the time to discuss spider-head Stan. These stories could be saved. Parsed out through their relationship.
He hadn't been trained for anything. He'd been a sickly child with an overbearing mother and had grown into an overly cautious adult. If anything, his upbringing had taught him to be afraid. Everything could hurt him. Everything would hurt him. It wasn't worth the risk. Sure, he was afraid of a lot but he was brave too. That bravery hadn't been taught at home though. If he was brave it was because of the friends he'd managed to make as a child. Because of the Losers and, yes, Richie Tozier. Some things were worth it even if there were risks involved.
"Oh I hope so." He chuckled because coming back with dishes for the house would be great even if that wasn't what he was hoping to find there. Medical supplies. He needed bandages on hand even if it was only for his own peace of mind. He'd probably be a little more than impressed by whatever he managed to find in there.
So, maybe he should've felt a little worst about letting Natasha go first. He had a weapon, after all. Even with that weapon, however, he was certain Natasha was the one better equipped to protect herself if something went horribly wrong right from the start. Besides, this wasn't the first time in his life a woman had shown more bravery and courage than him. Beverly had been the first to take that plunge into the waters below while they hung out at the quarry that day. The boys had just followed her lead. Eddie had no problem following Natasha's lead.
"Well, here goes." He said before stepping through. She said it looked normal and, yes, it did. It looked just like they'd stepped through a door and onto any other city street. The only difference was that this whole city was behind a door in a house in a town that was, decidedly not this city. "Do we close this one?" He asked, looking back at where they'd come through and wondering. If things went bad how did they get back out? Would they be able to find the door? If they left the door open could something get through?