"Does it?" Richie asked, looking up at the sky scrapers and buildings and not really feeling anything home-y about it. Well, he supposed it was a big city which did help a little, but if he was being honest, he wasn't actually sure what home felt like at all anymore. The sleepy horror town of Derry wasn't it, even though that's where he'd been last, and where he'd found all his friends. LA was -- well. It was where he'd lived, but it hadn't really been good living, and if he had to go back there alone tomorrow, it wouldn't be any kind of home at all.
Maybe it was fast, but home was just sort of Starklandia now. Or maybe just wherever Eddie and Stan were.
"Dude, you're going fast into the hard hitting questions," he said with a laugh, glancing over at Dick and then back up the street. It was a good city, so far as he could tell. Nothing weird. Just shops. Even now he could spot out a few cafes and restaurants so he felt pretty reassured about the rest of what he needed. Eddie had a point though -- he probably should have been wearing a coat. "Well, you know. Dicks, mostly. Are they nice? Do they have good manners?"