[ Be brave, he thinks, like Richie said he was — like Stan urged him to be in the letter he received a week ago. Eddie steps forward, catching Richie’s wrist as he passes, touch lingering. ]

I’ll be with you the whole time. [ jerking his head. Teasing, then. ] Until you ditch me to do shots with some actor. Then I’ll probably, like, make shitty small talk with the camera guy. Or gal. Don’t gotta be prescriptive about it.