(And isn't that all the same too? Stan's somber expression. He was always so much more serious than the rest of them. Stan had always understood the way the world worked well before any of them had. Even Bill. His arms ache to hug him, but he keeps himself sitting across from Stan and instead just locks his fingers together around his mug.
He doesn't say anything right away. It was something he struggled with all of the time. Because that wasn't totally true was it? The Losers lost Stan and they lost Eddie. Then they lost their memories again which meant Stan and Eddie might as well cease to exist. He looks down at his hot chocolate and looks tired. Painfully tired.)
I guess so. (He rubs a hand through his hair, careful not to mess it up too much.) I guess we never stop loving each other.
(That much he'll agree with. But was that the same thing as never losing each other? He's not so sure. He feels like he's lost the Losers several times over by now.)
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He doesn't say anything right away. It was something he struggled with all of the time. Because that wasn't totally true was it? The Losers lost Stan and they lost Eddie. Then they lost their memories again which meant Stan and Eddie might as well cease to exist. He looks down at his hot chocolate and looks tired. Painfully tired.)
I guess so. (He rubs a hand through his hair, careful not to mess it up too much.) I guess we never stop loving each other.
(That much he'll agree with. But was that the same thing as never losing each other? He's not so sure. He feels like he's lost the Losers several times over by now.)