[ Twice. Richie's lost him twice, and if Eddie's dead back home, and he's just vanished from the city, then... Is that it? Game over?

No wonder he's in such a state now. If Jeff were in Richie's shoes, he'd probably drink himself half to death, too. Or he'd do something worse.

Jeff looks at him, a sympathetic frown pulling at his lips as his eyes drift down. ]

Richie... Fuck. I'm sorry.

[ He always hates saying that in the face of loss. 'I'm sorry.' It feels pretty fucking inadequate. ]

Did you at least get to spend time together? Even if you didn't get to tell him, it, ah... It wasn't all bad here, was it?