(Though Eddie's voice doesn't perpetuate much hope. He slides his finger in small figure eights on the counter top and gives Stan a shrug. He hasn't said as much to the other Losers, but he felt oddly like he could maybe confess to Stan how he felt. Stan had always been easy to talk to about harder things, and it seemed like him being a grown up wasn't much different.)
I've been alone for like, three years. Not always here. Other places. And you guys all come and go all the time. I doubt they'll stick around long. They'll go, they'll forget they were here and the stuff we've seen and gone through, and then I'll be alone again. And I'll forget again.
(That's...How his life had been for three years now. It was hard to get over it. Even if Bill, Richie, and Bev had been here for a lot longer than they usually were by now.)
But...while you're all here it's nice. It just makes seeing you all go a lot harder is all.
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(Though Eddie's voice doesn't perpetuate much hope. He slides his finger in small figure eights on the counter top and gives Stan a shrug. He hasn't said as much to the other Losers, but he felt oddly like he could maybe confess to Stan how he felt. Stan had always been easy to talk to about harder things, and it seemed like him being a grown up wasn't much different.)
I've been alone for like, three years. Not always here. Other places. And you guys all come and go all the time. I doubt they'll stick around long. They'll go, they'll forget they were here and the stuff we've seen and gone through, and then I'll be alone again. And I'll forget again.
(That's...How his life had been for three years now. It was hard to get over it. Even if Bill, Richie, and Bev had been here for a lot longer than they usually were by now.)
But...while you're all here it's nice. It just makes seeing you all go a lot harder is all.