(Oh of course he goes back to it. Eddie feels his face flush, a little bit with frustration, but mostly embarrassment. The worst part is if their positions were swapped, Eddie would needle at Richie about this too.)

Listen. I don't know. I don't have any problems with you. (Obviously. Richie, and Bill, had been his best friends since he was just a tiny kid. Annoying as all fuck as Richie might be, Eddie wasn't exactly looking to ditch him as a friend anytime soon.)

We like. Talked sometimes, and it would seem okay when we did, but then it'd get awkward? And then I wouldn't see you for a while. It started when we showed up here two months back. It's not like we had a fight or whatever. (Kind of actually really hard to get into a serious fight with someone you naturally bickered with. Kind of diffused things from ever getting too big.) Some weird shit happened around here, and maybe it wigged you out. I don't know.