Richie leaned back over the table to take the drawing, looking it over. He'd mostly been able to follow Bill's explanation, but the drawing did help. He didn't really mind the stuttering, it annoyed him sometimes when they were kids but he'd gotten used to it. Though it seemed worse now than when he saw Bill last.
He sighed heavily and downed the rest of his beer. "It was Eddie." he said, grief in his voice and allowing himself to show an uncharacteristic amount of true emotion. It was one of the first times he'd said the name out loud since the funeral. But this was Bill, and Bill was safe. "He was the one who figured it out. We had to make it small. Vulnerable." his eyes had been on his empty glass, not sure if the tears were going to fall, but he looked up at Bill now, "But Bev was right, what she said at Niebolt during the fight. It only worked because we did it together. Because we believed it would."