Somebody has to share Richie’s bed at the Losers sleepover and you happened to draw the short straw. Bill had made it clear that you didn’t have to but fair is fair. You’re only a little nervous as Richie shuts his door and turns the lights out.

“So uh… you prefer the inside or the outside?” Even though you can’t see anything, you can tell he’s changing. Richie brushes his band tee to lay it flat and regards you with a nervous grin. “Look, like Bill said—you don’t have to sleep here.”