At the mention of Henry Bowers Ben felt a distinct and reminiscent painful ache and throb at the exact point where he had the permanent H mark which had been cut into him at a young age by Henry's knife. Idly he dropped a hand to his side and rubbed at the scar with the pad of his thumb.
"It's probably better that way," he admitted. Ben had never been a pessimist but he did like to think of himself as a realist, somebody who saw the world for what it was and didn't get carried away with flights of fancy. He'd done that far too much when he'd been younger and he knew better now.
And had Richie voiced his thoughts around Eddie and leaving him behind Ben would have very quickly reminded him that he hadn't left Eddie, he'd been dragged away, by Ben and by Mike. If not for them Richie would have been buried under the Neibolt house right alongside their friend. There was no way that Eddie would ahve wanted that.
He blew out a breath, took a long sip from his glass and just mimicked Richie.