Eddie lifted his eyes sharply to Jamie's face, a crease etched between his brows. What the hell could you have done? But he wondered, and for a split second, allowed himself to blame Jamie for not being there, for leaving him alone to watch Richie die.

Immediately, he felt like the worst boyfriend ever. The worst person ever.

His breath hitched and he turned towards Bev, putting a hand on her back, between her shoulder blades, but beyond that, he didn't know what to do. How the hell could he comfort someone when he didn't know how to accept it for himself?