Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
Well, there. That was a good smile. Richie felt himself unwind just a little for the smile Bill was giving because it felt kind of nice to know he'd helped with something, even though he didn't know what or how really. Bill had just looked pretty --sad, maybe? -- when he'd walked up and now he looked a little lighter so. That was good. He'd let his ego take a blow for that.
Since they were friends and all. Maybe. Richie wasn't really sure what he and Bill Weasley were. But he thought he'd like it if they were friends, maybe. Not everyone gave headbutts when dancing, after all. And Richie felt like when you found someone who did that, maybe you ought to just stick around them for a bit. At least add them to your Christmas card list.
"You're too close to see the bigger picture," Richie said wisely. "You're not looking at my legs. Keep that up, it's best for everyone." But he wasn't doing badly he supposed even though he damn well knew that the monster mash shouldn't have involved his arms around anyone's shoulders.
He paused in his steps though, not quite stumbling but throwing it all off a bit when Bill pointed out that he ought to be dancing with Eddie. Which -- wasn't not an absurd claim, because Richie had been sort of thinking that Bill was a bit on the tall side for his tastes. "Yeah, well," he said, going even more pink. "He's -- we. Kind of busy," he said. Which felt like an excuse. It probably was one.