[Stan repeats it, absently nodding before his eyes flicker from Richie's hand to his neck, and then back to his face. Jesus, it's like staring into the past. It reminds him of simpler times, even though things back then had been anything but.]
We all went separate ways. I guess you become a successful comedian and Bill's a writer. I don't know.
[Of course, because he never made it to the Jade of the Orient. It was all Chess to him, he knew he'd be more of a hindrance than a help. There's a sadness creasing at the edges of his eyes when he offers him a sad smile.]
Sorry. Wish I could give you more. That's all I have. That's everything.
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[Stan repeats it, absently nodding before his eyes flicker from Richie's hand to his neck, and then back to his face. Jesus, it's like staring into the past. It reminds him of simpler times, even though things back then had been anything but.]
We all went separate ways. I guess you become a successful comedian and Bill's a writer. I don't know.
[Of course, because he never made it to the Jade of the Orient. It was all Chess to him, he knew he'd be more of a hindrance than a help. There's a sadness creasing at the edges of his eyes when he offers him a sad smile.]
Sorry. Wish I could give you more. That's all I have. That's everything.