Richie sighed and dropped his forehead down to the table, just sitting there for a minute. He knew he was going to agree to do it, to go back there. This was Bill and he always would, but it didn't mean he wanted to.
Plus, maybe it would work. Maybe they could save Stan and Eddie. If not for him than at least these weird alternate universe thems would be able to live normal lives. Maybe even happy ones. Without the shadow of It being cast over them, whether they knew it was there or not.
And even if he died there, what difference would it make now? Bill had told him that his being on the station didn't change anything about the reality he came from, so if he died...then he died. But if he didn't go down there and Bill got hurt, he'd never forgive himself.
"Fine." he said finally, sitting back up and looking at Bill, "But this is the last god-damned time I'm letting you convince me to go after this fucking clown."