[There isn't a hole deep enough to bury his ass in. Richie's heart tries to find one anyhow, sinking down down down until it can batter through his feet and then the floor. Has he ever felt so low?
Oh yeah. He has. When he did the same thing to Byerly.]
Prior, wait—
[It's pathetic. He wouldn't turn back if it were him. The kid is launching out of the elevator.
Much more literally than anticipated. Richie gasps and reaches out, missing, sees the kid eat it on the carpet like a nerd bowling over under a meathead's push.
The cry that comes out on the ground is not that of any child. The clothes have changed. The physique. Richie's jolted out of one horror into another.]
Prior! [He bolts forward, kneeling to meet him on the floor.] Pry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your leg! Fuck, let me—
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Oh yeah. He has. When he did the same thing to Byerly.]
Prior, wait—
[It's pathetic. He wouldn't turn back if it were him. The kid is launching out of the elevator.
Much more literally than anticipated. Richie gasps and reaches out, missing, sees the kid eat it on the carpet like a nerd bowling over under a meathead's push.
The cry that comes out on the ground is not that of any child. The clothes have changed. The physique. Richie's jolted out of one horror into another.]
Prior! [He bolts forward, kneeling to meet him on the floor.] Pry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your leg! Fuck, let me—