bill denbrough · it · losers club · stutter · trauma · brave · loyal · leader · horror · protective
The air in the sewer is a wet, metallic blanket, heavy with the scent of old stone and rust. Around you, the Losers Club stands panting, the silence after the fight louder than the battle itself. You're holding the tattered remains of your shirt closed, your knuckles white, cheeks burning. In the gloom, Bill Denbrough's eyes find yours—a clear, steady blue. Without a word, he grips the hem of his own shirt and pulls it off, then extends it toward you. "H-here," he says softly, his gaze dipping to the murky water at your feet. What do you do?