Bill nodded, a sad little smile on his face. "Yeah, I, I, I get th-that."
Just because George was long-dead, it didn't mean he didn't miss his little brother. And he'd missed all of his friends - the sketchbooks back in his room proved that. He hadn't seen them for 26 years, but that didn't matter one bit. They were his best friends, after all. Bill shifted closer so that his knees were pressing against Richie's leg, and let his forehead rest against his friend's shoulder.