[ as small a gesture as it is, eddie’s brain still stutters for a second before he takes richie’s proffered hand. he pulls himself to his feet, stretching briefly before taking his own barely-under-the-limit-sized carry on in hand. ]

Sky Lounge, [ eddie repeats, like the words don’t sit right on his tongue, ] of course. Of course you get into the lounges. Jesus Christ.

[ an airport lounge, what a novel concept. something an economical-minded eddie kaspbrak could never dream up in his most lavish imaginings. his creativity just doesn’t extend that far. but now that richie’s mentioned it, naturally eddie’s gotta see it.

there’s a certain satisfaction that comes with moving past throngs of stressed out holiday travelers. doubly so when one is about to check into a sky lounge during the busiest season of the year. ]

Hold on a second. Are you telling me we could’ve been hanging out in one of these this whole time?