[It's not a loaded question like it could be. One look at Beverly fidgeting with a loose thread on her sleeve, but her attention still wholly on Richie, would tell you that she's genuinely confused by that.
Beverly doesn't get apologized to. At least not until recently. And any slight against her by "boys being boys" when they talk about girls in earshot is so normal to her, she can't even recall Richie doing that when she immediately tries to brainstorm anything Richie should say sorry for.]
We already both said sorry about fighting, like... forever ago. Right?
[But she bites her lip and listens, trying very hard to (unsuccessfully) stifle the reflexive gasp at one of Its names. She should be trying to console him, she thinks, about whatever happened with Eddie for them to end up here again. But she looks away instead, fixing her stare on the opposite wall, her fidgeting fingers no longer moving.]
I think... we still need to focus on how to stop It again. I— We brought It here. And instead of thinking about what to do, we're just getting upset about... relationship stuff.
[She's as guilty of it herself. She knows the Deadlights are here; she was one of the first to find them, even. But she's been keeping silent on it since the day it happened.
She blinks finally.]
Shit. Sorry, I didn't mean to... There's a lot going on for all of us.
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[It's not a loaded question like it could be. One look at Beverly fidgeting with a loose thread on her sleeve, but her attention still wholly on Richie, would tell you that she's genuinely confused by that.
Beverly doesn't get apologized to. At least not until recently. And any slight against her by "boys being boys" when they talk about girls in earshot is so normal to her, she can't even recall Richie doing that when she immediately tries to brainstorm anything Richie should say sorry for.]
We already both said sorry about fighting, like... forever ago. Right?
[But she bites her lip and listens, trying very hard to (unsuccessfully) stifle the reflexive gasp at one of Its names. She should be trying to console him, she thinks, about whatever happened with Eddie for them to end up here again. But she looks away instead, fixing her stare on the opposite wall, her fidgeting fingers no longer moving.]
I think... we still need to focus on how to stop It again. I— We brought It here. And instead of thinking about what to do, we're just getting upset about... relationship stuff.
[She's as guilty of it herself. She knows the Deadlights are here; she was one of the first to find them, even. But she's been keeping silent on it since the day it happened.
She blinks finally.]
Shit. Sorry, I didn't mean to... There's a lot going on for all of us.