With the arrival (or he supposed, the appearance? transition?) of little kiddos in town, Dick sort of had a natural inclination to want to help out without being parental about it. He knew what it was like to have an overbearing old guy getting in your business and he definitely wasn't going to be that guy. Being the brotherly type was way easier and better. He could help them without them really knowing he was helping out? Guide them without the overly excessive lessons? That was really more what it was. Keeping it casual, making sure they had food if they weren't in a house with adults, basic needs. But he wasn't going to act like a dad. Just a doofus older brother who kind of had a cool vibe. That was more of what he was used to and he knew he was good at it.
The knock at the door caught his attention. He and Barbara weren't expecting any visitors but you also really couldn't expect anything in this town so he wasn't overly shocked or anything.
When he opened the door, he saw a kiddo with glasses and a mop of dark hair atop his head. Richie. He liked that kid. He was a little tough, a little messy, a little bit of a mixed bag. It was great. He was a fun one who kept Dick on his toes. "Hey," he said. "What's up? You go through that Twinkie box already?"