Eddie nodded, unable to speak, and as he did, he realized that he didn't mean Derry. Of course he didn't. Derry hadn't been home for a long time. But the thought of going back to Darrow without Richie, having to explain to everyone what had happened, having them look at him and just know that it was his fault, somehow. If only he'd been smarter or quieter, if only he'd stayed back at the house, if only...

He took in small, dizzying breaths, swaying until his forehead bumped against Jamie's, one hand reaching out to grip at Jamie's sleeve.

"What are we going to do?"