(It's a nice feeling right off the bat and one he associates with long, safe spent summers in the Barrens. It reminds him of the rushing water they had built a dam in, and more than anything, it reminded him of the Losers. He strokes a thumb slowly over the side of Will's hand, squeezing tightly.

A good friend. Will was a good friend.) You're not the only one who's tangled up.

(His mouth quirks to the side and he contemplates that.)

Maybe you are different- but I think different is really nice. Everyone is different from each other. I think that's the point of being a person. But different isn't bad. And you're definitely not wrong.