Bill pulled Richie into a hug for as long as he needed. And tried to work out how the fuck he could explain things without Richie deciding that he had gone completely bug-fuck Henry Bowers-level batshit.
He couldn't, so he just went for it.
"Th-This p-p-pluh-place is wuh-weird, a-and s-s-sometimes we c-can guh-go to d-d-different places, d-different t-t-times, through a, a, a duh-door. That's wuh-wuh-what w-we c-c-call them, ih-it's easier... A-And th-th-there's one o-open ruh-right n-now, to wh-whuh-when we were k-k-k-kids. It's t-t-too luh-late to s-s-save Juh-juh-juh-," he explained, but got stuck on Georgie's name, so he switched what he was going to say. "...m-my b-b-bruh-brother, b-but... It's ih-injured. We h-h-huh-hurt it. Sssso I'm g-going to g-g-go kuh-kill it nnnow," he explained. Then he paused.
"N-not ruh-right this s-s-second, a-and not m-me on muh-my own. But that b-b-b-bastard's guh-going to d-d-d-die in 1989."