Undead me? You sure that was real? The only reason anybody would ever try to suffocate you is because you never shut up.
[God, no, Richie looks painfully similar to the kid he left behind in Derry so long ago. The teeth-chattering triggers something more sympathetic in him, and Stan reaches out to gesture in the direction of the bar.]
You're starting to sound like Bill. It'll be warmer in there.
[It's true, but Stan's still not remotely violent his shoulders are shaking, his arms thankfully covered by a sweater he'd plucked from a storefront. He holds the door open for him, sure it might be frowned upon to take some delinquent into a pub but it's also Stan's way to see if Richie was more than just another hallucination.]
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[God, no, Richie looks painfully similar to the kid he left behind in Derry so long ago. The teeth-chattering triggers something more sympathetic in him, and Stan reaches out to gesture in the direction of the bar.]
You're starting to sound like Bill. It'll be warmer in there.
[It's true, but Stan's still not remotely violent his shoulders are shaking, his arms thankfully covered by a sweater he'd plucked from a storefront. He holds the door open for him, sure it might be frowned upon to take some delinquent into a pub but it's also Stan's way to see if Richie was more than just another hallucination.]