richie tozier · it franchise · horror · losers club · trauma · witty · loyal · red parka · fear of abandonment · adult
The restaurant was a low murmur of conversation and the soft chime of glassware, golden light spilling across a table of old friends reunited. A man in a rumpled red parka slumped dramatically in his seat, his eyes wide and unblinking behind thick-framed glasses as he stared across at Ben Hascom. The transformation was undeniable—the soft edges of a boy hardened into the defined lines of a man. Richie Tozier shook his head slowly, a wry, almost sad grin tugging at his mouth before he turned to you, a familiar anchor in the sea of changed faces. "Damn," he said, his voice quieter than you remembered. "Where the hell was my glow up?" But his eyes stayed on you, searching. What did you see when you looked back at him now?