(Eddie was never one to give rides. He was too small, mostly, and he always felt a little bit like he was going to bust ass with anyone on the back. But Richie isn't too much bigger, so he takes off fine enough. It's no Silver, but his bike picks up speed well enough and they're cruising along.
His thoughts were going a mile a minute. No one wrote instruction manuals for these things. He zones out entirely until they arrive at the house, and then he slows down. He climbs off and sets his bike down quietly.
Then he's rushing inside the house, which seems normal enough outside and inside. Eddie doesn't stop walking. He heads straight for his bedroom. He didn't need someone walking in on this shit fest of an explanation. Except something occurs to him again just as he's about to open up his bedroom door. He spins around to look at Richie.)
...You remembered me. So I take it your memories didn't start going yet. Or wait- can you still remember who all are friends are? What they look like?
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His thoughts were going a mile a minute. No one wrote instruction manuals for these things. He zones out entirely until they arrive at the house, and then he slows down. He climbs off and sets his bike down quietly.
Then he's rushing inside the house, which seems normal enough outside and inside. Eddie doesn't stop walking. He heads straight for his bedroom. He didn't need someone walking in on this shit fest of an explanation. Except something occurs to him again just as he's about to open up his bedroom door. He spins around to look at Richie.)
...You remembered me. So I take it your memories didn't start going yet. Or wait- can you still remember who all are friends are? What they look like?