Richie's eyes turn owlish. His throat is getting all funny and thick. (A grown up, one who might get it, one who might know something about the unusual and not look the other way...)]
...Yes, but it only—only when there's, um. [Fuck, why is he so terrified to spit it out?
Richie slaps his hands to his face. He can feel the tears pricking up and he doesn't want to cry, he doesn't, but he's spent the whole summer ready to piss his pants and Bill needs help to FINISH it, and he doesn't know what's going to happen or if they even can.
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Richie's eyes turn owlish. His throat is getting all funny and thick. (A grown up, one who might get it, one who might know something about the unusual and not look the other way...)]
...Yes, but it only—only when there's, um. [Fuck, why is he so terrified to spit it out?
Richie slaps his hands to his face. He can feel the tears pricking up and he doesn't want to cry, he doesn't, but he's spent the whole summer ready to piss his pants and Bill needs help to FINISH it, and he doesn't know what's going to happen or if they even can.
The dam bursts, and Richie is in tears.]
When It's gonna kill ya! Th-that's when!