#and carmy is uh. going thru the absolute WRINGER in this one :-)

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eeeeep thank youu my beloved!! for you, here's a bit from the upcoming Carmy Has a REAL Bad Time in the Walk-In Freezer fic set directly after the end of s2:

“Come with me,” says Tina, something stern about the set of her mouth, her brow. She doesn’t wait for an answer to drag him in the direction of the walk-in. “T,” Richie says again, more forcefully, a horrible emptiness yawning at the pit of his stomach. It’s like—when Mikey died, right, Richie didn’t know it right away. He feels as if he should have: As if the absence of his best friend, his fucking brother, should have torn him wide open in the middle of the goddamn street, as if he should have gone from this world the second Mikey did. But that’s not how it works. Someone had to tell him. And he can’t remember now, who it was that’d been burdened with that unsavory fucking task; all he knows is that it had felt awfully similar to this in the aftermath. “What the fuck is—” “Shh,” says Tina, and then juts her chin at the walk-in. The door’s been opened, but not fully. The cold of it seeps out and through Richie’s clothes, flesh, bone. “It’s Jeffrey.”