Bill headed for the food court, tailed by Richie. Maybe Eddie would show up later, which would be pretty cool.
It was the least he could do, he told himself, meeting the people who were going to fight the Clown with no reason for doing so other than the fact that Bill had asked. He'd known his family would be up for the fight, no matter when it would have happened, and people like Abra and John were always going to be willing to fight to protect kids. Dan and Jack would have fought as well, but he knew that the Clown was messing with their heads more than most and he couldn't blame them for leaving when they did. But Enjolras hardly knew anyone and he was still going to stand with Bill and Richie and Eddie and everyone else. It was more than a bit humbling, really.
"You're p-probably going to need to... to... uh." His stutter still lingered and his words were still vanishing when he went to speak. Unsurprisingly, it was still very frustrating. "Need to... s-s-say what I mean, suh-sometimes," he said quietly to Richie as they reached Bucky's place. Then he headed over to the man who must have been Enjolras, to shake his hand.
"Bonjour, Enjolras. Je m'appelle Bill," he said with a smile, figuring that it was only polite to greet the man in his own language. "How a-are you settling in?"