30 Jan 2021
“What’s happening?” Eddie asks as Richie shoves into Dani’s bedroom.
“I don’t see anything,” Richie tells him. He’s looking for—
He’s not sure what he’s looking for, until he remembers It, again, and he vaults over the soft toys littering the floor of his daughter’s room to get to her crib.
When Mike calls them 27 years later, he's surprised to find that Richie and Eddie already remember each other.
[I]t had been Eddie who had been brave first. (It was the second thing that came back to Richie, after fucking Pennywise and his giant fucking nose.)
Richie could see it as clear as day in his mind -- the one night that Eddie had packed a bag with as much of his stuff as he could fit, biked over to Richie's house, got his attention by throwing some rocks at his window, and told him they were running away.
Yeah, not 'asked.' Told.
Richie hadn't even hesitated[.]
It wasn't until they had passed the state line that their memories started getting hazy. [...] Eddie had been recalling a funny anecdote that happened with Bev, but then he couldn't remember her name.
As frustrated tears welled in his eyes, he grabbed the front of Richie's shirt and kissed him.
(Because he 'wanted to do that before I forgot how badly I've always wanted to.')
Richie and Eddie leave Derry together and get married.
Maggie Tozier was never one for neighborhood gossip, especially about the children. She prided herself for minding her own business and being a mom that her son, Richie, would willingly talk to. Her friends told her about the times they had snooped through their children’s rooms to find out what they were up to, or how so and so were caught in a car together or whatnot, but she tried not to pay attention. After all, it wasn’t her life, and those poor kids were going through enough as it is, trying to find themselves and fit in. She knew firsthand what it was like trying to date in Derry. It was a town where everybody knew everybody, and nobody let you forget. So, whenever her friends tried gossiping about who got caught with who, she would just scoff, roll her eyes, and tell them they weren’t in high school anymore. They usually understood and kept it amongst themselves, discussing it without her. She was perfectly fine with that; she didn’t want to know anyway. She had a good relationship with her son, and knew that he talked to her about everything.
That is, until she saw the picture.