Richie kept forgetting. This Bill and the Bill he'd met again in Derry, the one he'd had regular phone calls with and sent stupid text messages to for the last month wasn't the same Bill as the one in front of him, not exactly.
"I don't know, I'm not some expert." he held the bottle of bourbon between them, swinging it lightly. "They're all just so...nice. Everyone's happy and all the strings are tied and shit. It's boring. Sometimes the end just...sucks."