(It was probably stupid to be jealous of yourself, but it can't be helped with how their relationship was. The other Eddie probably knew more about this Richie than he himself did- and that kind of bothered Eddie. Especially considering that the way he had broken his arm back in his life had been completely different. Different memories meant different feelings and different relationships, right?

He's staring at Richie, his expression once more too serious for a kid his age, and he almost feels anxious at whatever Richie's answer might be. It was stupid- it was so stupid.)

What are fanny packs? (He asks softly, but no, he remembers now. There was something around his waist in the memory. He knows what 'fanny' means and it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together.)

Never mind. The bag thing. (It did seem pretty useful. Like a purse but not.

The question gives Eddie some pause. This Richie, honestly, was a little different. He stares at Richie, before giving a slight smile.)

I like you a little better. Is that bad to say? (Maybe it was. Would he be able to say that if the other Richie were here? His loyalty might not let him. But...)

Old man Richie is a little more...(Racist, insensitive, rude. People thought this Richie was bad? Had nothing on the Richie he knew.)

You're the same in pretty much all ways except you- (Eddie reaches out and puts a finger gently against the middle of Richie's chest to indicate him.)

Seem more self-aware. Granted, the you I know was always really self-aware with me, but he needed to be told 'beep, beep' more.