Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
Bill could handle the hugging with a side of swaying, because Richie maybe needed a little hug and a sway and honestly this time, Bill kind of did too. Sometimes just witnessing something pure and ridiculous could make you feel good and that's exactly how you described what came out of Richie's mouth. He laughed again, the sound practically the embodiment of warmth because how could he not?
"Thank you and I'm not offended," he assured him. "I think that's just lovely." Bill wasn't anti relationships, anti love even, it just wasn't something that had gone and happened to him. But he could watch it bloom, something pure and beautiful without scorn.
Richie not knowing what he was doing seemed like maybe it was an understatement, but he didn't say so and instead gave him another gentle headbutt. "C'mon, let's get a drink," Bill said because the song was over and they deserved it. He gave his waist a squeeze before he pulled away. Two more shots of firewhiskey later and Bill was perched on a ledge away from the main gathering, cigarette in hand.
He reached into his back pocket, holding the cigarette between his lips to produce six foil packaged condoms, joined merrily together. "This is a good place to start in what you might be doing."