Bill could feel what Richie wasn't saying, and his hand slid up Richie's back to rest at the base of his neck. "No. N-No, Ruh-Richie, that's... ih-it d-d-d-doesn't wuh-work like th-that. Y-you sh-sh-sh-shouldn't fuh-feel g-g-guilty for suh-surviving, and it's n-n-not ah-about d-d-deserving anything."
He was one to talk, still mostly convinced that Georgie's death had been his fault, but this wasn't really the place or time to bring his fuck-ups to light. This was all about trying to help Richie.