edgcofgreat:
God, how was he gonna lay this on him gently? Part of him even wondered if he should tell Eddie what happened, but he felt like not answering his questions would make him even more of an asshole than if he just told him. Maybe he could just… not tell the whole truth. Not yet. “ You’ve… You’ve got a point. ” He nodded. At least the cheek scar had a non-supernatural and non-fatal explanation. “ The cheek was Bowers, which I’m sure doesn’t come as a surprise. ” Ben himself still had a scar of the ‘ H ’ that Bowers had carved into his abdomen decades ago. “ He broke out of the hospital and… ” Not wanting to say it, he elected to simply make a stabbing motion into his own cheek. Not exactly tasteful, but it got the point across.
he really shouldn’t have been surprised by the explanation for that particular scar. bowers had always been psychotic even when they’d been kids, and eddie could distinctly remember all of the terror that had been caused by him. they should have expected something like that to happen when dealing with it. still, watching as ben did the stabbing motion to his own cheek made the point get across a little too well. a hand reached up, lightly touching his left cheek where the scar was. oh, god, he felt like he was going to be absolutely sick right now. not only did they have to deal with the murderous, terrifying clown on top of everything, but they had to deal with an old bully. “great. that’s just... wonderful.” his memories were clearly messed up, then. eddie didn’t remember any of that happening -- nothing beyond everyone but stanley showing up for the dinner. he didn’t want to think too much on it, knew what would happen otherwise. “how much more do you remember that i don’t??”














