"Yeah, sure." Kingly. Richie doubted his father or mother thought that when they named him. Most likely, he was named after one of his grandfathers or after some actor or writer or their drug dealer for all he knew. While Richie never really knew his mother, he knew his father couldn't even name half of the U.S. presidents, let alone any kings. Settling back against the bench inside the bus stop, Richie sighed trying to push the thoughts of his parents out of his mind.
"This is day one for me." Small talk had never been Richie's strongest skills. Most of Richie's social interactions were work-related and in his line of work, the fewer words said the better. It paid not to get attached to people because jobs could go south in an instant, and honestly, at the end of the day, it just made more sense to look out for yourself than for anyone else. The world of thieves was populated by social outcasts who wouldn't turn back for their best friend if the cops where on their ass. The only real exception were Richie and Seth, but their bond as brothers held them together stronger than any kind of heist.
Scoffing at that idea, Richie just slid further down on the bench, watching the light in the distance. All that romantic shit never did it for him, there were no 'shes' out there for him. If someone looked in, they might think he had a thing for Santanico, but she was the woman who slowly drove him insane and then got him killed only to save him by turning him into a monster. He had no one else to go to either, considering how she'd managed to turn his brother against him. Richie couldn't really get by on his own, not really, and she knew that so she made herself invaluable. And fuck if it worked. "Well why don't you take her and leave?"