Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
Richie hadn't even had the excuse of too many siblings when it came to being invisible. He just... had been, hadn't rated important enough to be paid attention to. And when he did rate high enough it had never been positive. Sometimes he'd been okay with that, because something was better than nothing even if the something wasn't any kind of good. It probably explained a lot about him, particularly as a kid.
But he wasn't a kid anymore. He was just some kind of fucked up adult with complexes stacked on top of complexes and he needed to work his way out of some of them because Richie really did want to use the condoms he'd just been handed.
He took another drag from his smoke and then laughed, actually amused, before he shoved Bill back a little -- it was affectionate too, okay? "Well, that's what they say to do anyway. Fake it til you make it." Not great advice, admittedly. "And probably for the best. This real estate's been taken. He'd murder me. Look, I've seen porn, I know how it works, more or less. I know I need more than condoms and a prayer." Lube, okay. He needed some of that too. And you know, if not a clue than at least maybe some fucking courage.