[Bill doesn't even know where to begin. He didn't remember punching Richie. He didn't remember any of it.]
I don't... I d-d-didn't. [He exhales, trying to process Richie's emotions and extract them from his own. It's difficult to say the least. He worries his lower lip carefully reaching out to Richie before dropping his hand.]
I don't remember any of th-that. Eddie's arm... Bowers b-b-broke it. We w-w-weren't there.
[But this isn't an excuse. That was his face, and his fist.]
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[Bill doesn't even know where to begin. He didn't remember punching Richie. He didn't remember any of it.]
I don't... I d-d-didn't. [He exhales, trying to process Richie's emotions and extract them from his own. It's difficult to say the least. He worries his lower lip carefully reaching out to Richie before dropping his hand.]
I don't remember any of th-that. Eddie's arm... Bowers b-b-broke it. We w-w-weren't there.
[But this isn't an excuse. That was his face, and his fist.]
I sh-sh-shouldn't have hit you, Rich.