Richie finally really looked around, beyond the shape of the room and lack of window and the different furniture. And it really was Bill's. He had clearly inhabited this space for a long time, touches of him on everything. His brow was deeply furrowed as he looked back at his friend. It all made perfect sense and none at all. "If we're not in Derry then where are we?" He asked, not even noticing Bill's stutter.
"That wasn't Eddie, this guy was like sixty or something" But Richie also kind of already knew that Bill was right. He took the phone from Bill. Staring at a face the was and wasn't his was...jarring. He could tell right away that Bill wasn't lying, he hadn't needed to be told that. The photo was proof right there. That was definitely him, there was really no way to deny that. And now that he really looked, it definitely was Eddie too. He looked older, like his own photo-reflection was, with more lines and a scar on his cheek, but still distinctly Eddie.
Why were we in bed together?
The question crept in to his thoughts but he pushed it away just as quickly. They shared beds all the time, just like he did with Bill and Stan. It was just friendship. "And what the fuck is this?" Richie said then, holding up the phone, because it would fill time while his mind worked over everything Bill had said.