Richie kind of dug it too. For as social as Richie could be sometimes, had been in the past, he didn't actually make friends all that easily. Maybe because he was too loud, too rambunctious, too much. Or maybe it was just because as a kid, Richie had felt like he'd had more than enough friends, like he couldn't possibly do better in the lottery of finding like minded people and so he'd never wanted more. And even if he'd forgotten them all once he'd left Derry, there was just something that had held him back from making any new lasting connections. Like something in him just knew there were things that simply couldn't be replaced.
So that Dick had somehow managed his way into real friendship with Richie felt kind of cool, kind of important. And friends looked out for friends, that's what they did. Rich didn't mind that Dick felt like he ought to be looking out for him. Lord fucking knew he didn't do it very well on his own.
"Sometimes the past won't let you go," Richie said knowingly. He got it. He did. Because sure, he'd left Derry -- but when it came down to it, he'd come back too. Maybe he and Dick were alike in that way, too.
Oh, that was. Something. Richie rose his eyebrows at Dick and his explanation. "Are you giving it another go?" He asked, curious. He couldn't help it. He was a romantic at heart, and wanted everyone to be happy if they could. Especially now.
"Yeah I don't think he'd appreciate too much flash," Richie said with a near-shy smile. But he wanted something a little more than a plain band, too. That felt --well. Not cheap. But not creative enough. He gestured to the door before pulling it open and sort of bee-lining it to the displays of rings under the glass counter-tops. "And engraving. I like that," he admitted. He knew what'd he'd want, there.