(Eddie would have been frazzled by the different memory. The same way he still didn't know how to look at some of his own memories, or his own feelings. All that had been coming up to the surface lately, and it's been a lot to deal with. Everything has been a lot to deal with.
And truth be told, even despite everything, Eddie was grateful that Beverly was here. Each one of his friends felt like a different layer of armor to be wrapped around him.)
I'll show you. There's a workshop here. It isn't too hard, honestly. (Eddie was good with this sort of thing though. But he also knew Beverly was capable, and a bit of preconceived notions of women had begun to die out as he met more and more incredible ones here on the station.
There isn't too much of an option for lightness right now. There will be though, and Eddie had to have that calm faith in them all. Eddie would understand her though. He had been lonely too, Richie probably the most if only because it was Richie, and Bill, and Stan. It was miserable. He only felt bad in a different way for Beverly because she really did miss it all.)
I know. I know you wouldn't. (He means it too. Eddie blushes a little, but he smiles, because all the Losers had told each other they loved each other over that. He shouldn't have anticipated any differently from Beverly.)
I love you too, Bev. (A lot, he realizes.) We're all trying. It's a little weird with all of us. Like- there was- it was...Eugh. I'll explain it better some time, but a lot happened in those visions. It isn't so simple as saying like, oh it sucked because you all left me behind. I mean. I died just like Georgie, Bev. My arm was ripped off.
(He is pretty sure he doesn't need to explain to Bev the kind of impact that probably had on Bill.)
And Richie- he was trying to get me out. I was trying to tell him something before I died, and-. There's just... A lot that happened. And then there's the other visions we saw..(Richie's being alone, Eddie's wife, Bill's cheating. Stan's suicide. He wants it to be clear to her that...it wasn't just one thing. It wasn't simple. They were all going through a lot.)
We need each other now more than ever. So uh. Richie...He made us do a new blood oath. (Eddie removes from his pocket a small butterfly knife.) I was...wondering if you'd want to make it with me?
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And truth be told, even despite everything, Eddie was grateful that Beverly was here. Each one of his friends felt like a different layer of armor to be wrapped around him.)
I'll show you. There's a workshop here. It isn't too hard, honestly. (Eddie was good with this sort of thing though. But he also knew Beverly was capable, and a bit of preconceived notions of women had begun to die out as he met more and more incredible ones here on the station.
There isn't too much of an option for lightness right now. There will be though, and Eddie had to have that calm faith in them all. Eddie would understand her though. He had been lonely too, Richie probably the most if only because it was Richie, and Bill, and Stan. It was miserable. He only felt bad in a different way for Beverly because she really did miss it all.)
I know. I know you wouldn't. (He means it too. Eddie blushes a little, but he smiles, because all the Losers had told each other they loved each other over that. He shouldn't have anticipated any differently from Beverly.)
I love you too, Bev. (A lot, he realizes.) We're all trying. It's a little weird with all of us. Like- there was- it was...Eugh. I'll explain it better some time, but a lot happened in those visions. It isn't so simple as saying like, oh it sucked because you all left me behind. I mean. I died just like Georgie, Bev. My arm was ripped off.
(He is pretty sure he doesn't need to explain to Bev the kind of impact that probably had on Bill.)
And Richie- he was trying to get me out. I was trying to tell him something before I died, and-. There's just... A lot that happened. And then there's the other visions we saw..(Richie's being alone, Eddie's wife, Bill's cheating. Stan's suicide. He wants it to be clear to her that...it wasn't just one thing. It wasn't simple. They were all going through a lot.)
We need each other now more than ever. So uh. Richie...He made us do a new blood oath. (Eddie removes from his pocket a small butterfly knife.) I was...wondering if you'd want to make it with me?