[ At the jibe about the polo shirts, he opens and closes his mouth. They suit his frame, according to Vogue, but to admit that is to invite short-jokes. Richie turning on the lights is permission for him to snoop further, running a finger over his film collection. His thirteen-year-old self would be in awe of this, in particular, and certainly more impressed by Richie's lifestyle than his own. ]

What? Were you worried Big Bill was gonna outdo you with a plaid number?

[ Is Bev the only fashionable one? Maybe. (Stan always dressed nice, too, or so Eddie thought). On his way back, he starts picking up Richie's shirts, draping them over his arm. ]

[ When he notices Richie watching him, he offers a simple, ] If I'm washing my shit, we might as well throw everything in. And I can't watch your crime shows and have all of this [ waving a hand. ] lurking in the background.

[ A man can only take so many stressors. ]