Yeah, it turns out public gatherings with multiple people who have superpowers can and often do go to hell. [That’s—not comforting, but Eddie’s a big guy, he can handle an hour of handshakes and glad-handing.] An hour’s fine.

Just—if something goes down even before the hour’s up, you get out fast. I know you’ve got fucking incredible immunity now, but I’m not sure if that stretches to suddenly having your most traumatic memories uploaded onto the Internet, for example.

[...which has actually happened to Richie.]

Of course I could just be fucking paranoid. [He says it with a wry, self-deprecating note: hey, look at me, freaking out over nothing.] They didn’t always go to shit so spectacularly, it just happened way too often. There’s a few people here from that same world, you can ask them.