Stan sees him looking at his hands, and even when all of the shit about Derry and the shit that's happened to him here piles on in the head, he's already crossed a threshold. He knows all sorts of things he wishes he didn't know, that he tried to keep from knowing, and as awful as that is, it's also easier every time.

"I forgot about cabs," he says, determinedly reaching for Fraser's hands. "Yeah, let's do that."

In the dark of the store, covered in blood, he'd reached out for Fraser, and he doesn't plan to let go now, not if he can help it. "Can you-- I'll let everyone know what we're doing."