Bill let Richie get through his crying, and said nothing. Truth be told, he was still feeling pretty close to tears himself because Richie was in so much pain and he hated that.
He didn't say anything until Richie tried to write it off as a bad dream. "B-bullshit," he said, his voice pitched low, and turned away to grab a barstool and pull it closer. Then he hopped up onto it, facing Richie. They were close enough that Bill had his feet on Richie's stool's footrest. "Or d-do you ah-ah-always go to sssleep in b-bars?"
He leaned forward a little as he spoke, and let his hand rest on Richie's back. "Tell me?" he asked, even though he was fairly certain he knew what was upsetting Richie.