Love Will Find A Way

10

Bill Denbrough hadn't heard from Eddie for nearly a month - none of the losers had, not really. The only that they think might have was Richie, simply because whenever the subject was brought up he was unusually quiet. So it's a surprise (not an unwelcome one, of course, but still a surprise) when he shows up at the door to Stan Uris' apartment unawarrented.

Bill is sitting on the couch, but he most definitely still hears Stan let out a surprised sounding, "Oh, Eddie. Um. Hi."

Bill Denbrough smiles to himself for a second before he registers what he heard. He shoots up from the couch, almost falling over in his rush to get to the door. Now, Bill loves all of the losers, but he had a soft spot for Eddie. All of the losers did, after what happened with his mom. Even though they all knew he could very well take care of himself, they all still felt the need to watch out for him. Eddie was like a little brother to Bill. He treats him the same way he does Georgie, sans the inappropriate jokes. So when he sees Eddie standing in the doorway, drowning in a sweatshirt and wringing his hands together nervously, he feels a pang in his chest. "Eddie!" He nearly shouts, resting a hand on the wall next to him and grinning at Eddie.

He doesn't grin for long. Eddie looks terrible, which is something that usually never happens. Eddie is an attractive guy, don't get Bill wrong - he even had a crush on him when they were young and he was just discovering his sexuality - but he just... he looks bad. Underneath his red, swollen eyes are bags so dark they made his naturally tan skin look almost pale. He looks small, even smaller than usual, in the sweatshirt. It's cold outside, and only getting colder, so he's easily pulling the sleeves over his fisted fingers. He looks up at Bill with wide, dark eyes. Bill just wants to hug him.

Eddie tries to smile, but it looks almost painful. "Hi, Bill."

"Where have you been?" He asks, his stutter disappearing as he sweep Eddie into a hug. Eddie buries his face in Bill's neck and noses softly at the skin there.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

Bill shakes his head. "Duh-Don't be sorry."

"I should have called, but I," Eddie breaks off into a silent cry, and Bill just pulls him closer.

He sees Stan shift awkwardly from foot to foot, as if trying to find something to say. "I'll just, um. I'll make some tea," he decides on, and smiles softly at Bill. Bill smiles back, and Stan gives him a look he immediately reads as, 'Get him to couch and let him calm down.' He nods and makes way to the couch. He puts Eddie gently on the couch while he cries, his eyes shut and hands rubbing circles on his stomach.

He enters the kitchen quietly, and Stan doesn't even turn around before he starts talking. "He looks like shit."

"Yeah,"

"And skinny. Really skinny." He turns around so his back is against the counter. He doesn't smile.

Bill nods. "Yeah."

Even like this, with a frown on his face and his curls flattened against his head, he's still easily the most beautiful person Bill has ever seen. His features are almost angelic, with long eyelashes and thin, pink, kissable lips. His skin is smooth and clean, just like the rest of him. Bill swoons.

"What are we going to do?" Stan asks him, and his voice is so genuinely concerned that Bill can't help but lean down and kiss him softly on the forehead. Stan just leans into it.

Bill pulls back and smiles at Stan, hopefully easing his worries. Stan looks like he's maybe calmed down a bit, but the worry is still there in his eyes. "We sh-should p-probably just let him calm duh-down for a little while, yeah?" Stan nods, closing his eyes. Bill rests their foreheads together. "Then hopefully he'll t-talk to us."