Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
Richie squinted slightly through his glasses at the appearance of someone else but then hummed out in general understanding and acceptance of the fact that he was about to be abandoned here. But at least it was with supplies that he hadn't had before, a brand new cigarette, and maybe even a little confidence too. Bill really was a good guy. Maybe it was just a Bill thing.
"Yeah," he agreed, ducking his head down and smiling a little, embarrassed, but not ashamed. Which was like -- genuine fucking big boy steps for Richie Tozier. "I will. Thanks for the -- stuff. And advice." Which had practically been a pep talk, but look he was forty and he wanted to pretend he didn't need that kind of shit when it came to getting naked with his boyfriend, thank you. "Go get 'em, slugger. Seems like a better alternative to throwing up."
He'd just. Smoke this last cigarette and then go and find Stan and Eddie again.