Richie/Eleven
"Oh uh, are you from Maine? I've got a cousin in Bangor who's a year older than me. My mom says we look just like each other but I don't see it." Richie rambled a little. He was aware enough to pick up that she was uncomfortable, but didn't really know what to do with that so he just settled on his usual coping mechanism of filling the silence as best he could.
He wrinkled his nose to push up his glasses; he'd cracked one of the arms but didn't know how Bill's parents would react so he hadn't said anything yet. "He's all weird and gangly and his hair is curlier than mine."