[It's not like he's been there long enough to change the room much. Richie hasn't been inspired by death, he's handled it as mechanically as possible and that included a lack of care and concern about the stuff that used to bring him joy. No music, no band posters, no stupid toys nothing. It's the same room he checked into.
Richie's digging through his drawers for something, anything he can give Eddie - and he settles on a plain pair of shorts and a shirt. It was gonna be too big for Eddie, it was too big for Richie but he pulled the drawstring and made it work. It was fine enough to sleep in, at least for some second-hand stuff. He holds it out to Eddie, folded neatly.]
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Richie's digging through his drawers for something, anything he can give Eddie - and he settles on a plain pair of shorts and a shirt. It was gonna be too big for Eddie, it was too big for Richie but he pulled the drawstring and made it work. It was fine enough to sleep in, at least for some second-hand stuff. He holds it out to Eddie, folded neatly.]
Am I okay? What kind of question is that?