[Beverly's brow furrows as Eddie stares at her. She knew who he was talking about- vaguely. She thought she knew, but the more she concentrated, the more worried she got.
Things from Summer were already fuzzy.]
Ben! [She smiled at the memory. She'd kept his postcard, and to her surprise it had been here when she woke up. Ben. That's who wrote it. Who was good at building things.]
Yeah- I wish everyone were here. [How many had it been?]
Ben. (He says again, the name feeling steadier on his tongue this time around. Ben...Something. Hancock? No. He supposed the last name didn't matter too much.
He grins again when she says that much.)
I do too. Bill and...(And...Steady dark eyes. Hands that always grabbed him and pulled him away from danger or pulled at his face and called him--) Richie.
(For a moment, Eddie had to absently touch his chest, frowning. How on earth could he forget Richie? Or Bill? Even for a second?)
There was also uh...
(Christ. Who else had been there? Eddie quirks his mouth to the side. He doesn't know the name, but some small little something occurs to him. He raises his hands to his mouth but then realizes with his cast, he can't do it. Can't do the call. His hands hover awkwardly.)
Birds? He liked birds right. What the hell. He was like...I can see him. Kind of.
[Beverly nods with each name mentioned, repeating it softly. It hadn't been long since she'd left Derry. How could she be forgetting all of this? They'd been together all summer, gone through things she didn't think she could ever forget.
And yet...]
There were others- Richie, Ben, you, me, Bill-- [She doesn't like this. No way, no how. She bites down on her lower lip, wracking her brain.] Stan.
Someone else, too. I think he was... [He was soft and warm.] Black?
(Eddie hadn't left Derry at all. Not until Deerington, anyway. It had been just....just yesterday, hadn't it? Since he had seen all of them. He bobs his head along with every name she says too, like each nod would help clear the fog from his head.)
Stan. Christ! How could I forget- (Stan had been one of his best buds forever. Someone else though.
Bev was right. Soft, warm. Kind. Kinder than any of them, maybe even, and someone who probably suffered all kinds of shit they couldn't begin to understand.)
Mike. (The name falls from his mouth with a soft whisper. His eyes were beginning to sting again.)
How the hell could we forget them, Bev? (There was a crackle of fear in his voice. That wasn't normal, was it? Was it because of this town?)
Stan. [She repeats the name firmly, adding it to her list: Stan, Bill, Ben, Eddie, Richie.] Mike.
[She pushes her hair out of her eyes, taking a seat on what was going to be her bed.] Fuck- I don't know. I could never forget any of it, no matter how much I tried, but... [She shakes her head.]
We'll just have to remind ourselves if we start to forget: Stan, Bill, Ben, Eddie, Richie, Mike.
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Date: 2018-05-17 02:22 am (UTC)Things from Summer were already fuzzy.]
Ben! [She smiled at the memory. She'd kept his postcard, and to her surprise it had been here when she woke up. Ben. That's who wrote it. Who was good at building things.]
Yeah- I wish everyone were here. [How many had it been?]
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Date: 2018-05-17 08:24 am (UTC)He grins again when she says that much.)
I do too. Bill and...(And...Steady dark eyes. Hands that always grabbed him and pulled him away from danger or pulled at his face and called him--) Richie.
(For a moment, Eddie had to absently touch his chest, frowning. How on earth could he forget Richie? Or Bill? Even for a second?)
There was also uh...
(Christ. Who else had been there? Eddie quirks his mouth to the side. He doesn't know the name, but some small little something occurs to him. He raises his hands to his mouth but then realizes with his cast, he can't do it. Can't do the call. His hands hover awkwardly.)
Birds? He liked birds right. What the hell. He was like...I can see him. Kind of.
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Date: 2018-05-18 04:12 am (UTC)And yet...]
There were others- Richie, Ben, you, me, Bill-- [She doesn't like this. No way, no how. She bites down on her lower lip, wracking her brain.] Stan.
Someone else, too. I think he was... [He was soft and warm.] Black?
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Date: 2018-05-18 07:53 am (UTC)Stan. Christ! How could I forget- (Stan had been one of his best buds forever. Someone else though.
Bev was right. Soft, warm. Kind. Kinder than any of them, maybe even, and someone who probably suffered all kinds of shit they couldn't begin to understand.)
Mike. (The name falls from his mouth with a soft whisper. His eyes were beginning to sting again.)
How the hell could we forget them, Bev? (There was a crackle of fear in his voice. That wasn't normal, was it? Was it because of this town?)
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Date: 2018-05-20 12:53 am (UTC)[She pushes her hair out of her eyes, taking a seat on what was going to be her bed.] Fuck- I don't know. I could never forget any of it, no matter how much I tried, but... [She shakes her head.]
We'll just have to remind ourselves if we start to forget: Stan, Bill, Ben, Eddie, Richie, Mike.