Richie's mind immediately goes back to a dark sewer and blood covering his hands and shirt. He remembers Eddie's still body and dull gaze. Being torn away and dragged out, leaving the man he'd loved buried underground in the worst crypt he could have imagined for himself. And then he remembers seeing Eddie walking ahead of him, here. Being able to grab him and hug him again. Alive and safe, somehow.

"I'm in no rush," he says, turning back to sweeping up the glitter. "Was doing fuckall back home. At least here I have some new stuff to explore. And no clowns so far..."