[ richie pushes deeper into the bar without looking back at stan, slides himself into a booth near the back and immediately starts tapping out a quick, anxious staccato on the tabletop as he watches stan approach.
he wants to be happy about seeing his best friend here, but between that rough first go around with undead dick stan and the fact that this one is an old man... it's hard. he doesn't really know how to feel. except maybe slightly frustrated that deerington seems determined to remind him at every turn that he knows less about everything than any of his friends.
one of his hands twitches up instinctively towards the bite mark on his neck when stan mentions him and eddie being close before he catches himself and presses the hand flat on the table in front of him, glaring at it.
and then jerks his head up again to give stan a sharp, probing look that only just manages to mask the underlying heartache in his expression when he asks: ] Thirty years?
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he wants to be happy about seeing his best friend here, but between that rough first go around with undead dick stan and the fact that this one is an old man... it's hard. he doesn't really know how to feel. except maybe slightly frustrated that deerington seems determined to remind him at every turn that he knows less about everything than any of his friends.
one of his hands twitches up instinctively towards the bite mark on his neck when stan mentions him and eddie being close before he catches himself and presses the hand flat on the table in front of him, glaring at it.
and then jerks his head up again to give stan a sharp, probing look that only just manages to mask the underlying heartache in his expression when he asks: ] Thirty years?