It was a good thing, really. Richie was healing -- maybe a lot of people in town were, but for the most part he was more concerned with himself and those he considered his own -- and it felt kind of big and important that he'd made friends in people who weren't just Eddie and Stan. Dick and Bill were good people, and Richie was fucking glad he'd allowed himself to have them.
"I hope things work out how you both want them to," Richie said quietly, no trace of humor to his words. Because it felt like Dick should know -- probably did know -- how big of a thing a second chance was. He knew he did -- he thrived on it daily. Knew he wouldn't be the same person he was today, right now, standing in this store like an absolute sap, if Eddie hadn't also arrived in Starklandia.
Richie, honestly, wasn't sure he'd still be alive at all if Eddie hadn't shown up. Dramatic, maybe, but true.
"Smart," he said, fingers tapping restlessly on the glass -- he was a little surprised that they hadn't been accosted by anyone yet trying to sell them the priciest thing in the store. "I've never had an opinion on diamonds before," he said, bewildered. "Are they tacky? Is one nice? Am I the world's worst gay? I don't think he'd like the risk of getting it caught on something or it falling out. Maybe these tension set ones."