Dick really felt for Richie. He seemed so pent up and nervous and panicky and edgy all the time. That was sometimes just the way people were and even Dick could get like that every now and then. But most of the time he just sort of let things roll off him like water off a duck's back. He kind of had to attribute that to his years as Robin, which he could do now that he'd come to appreciate that time rather than resent it. There wasn't time to ever really panic about anything. He just dove into whatever it was and dealt with it. He still stressed, but he hid it under a visage of witty jabs and clever tactics.
That said, he did have a minor freak out when he was trying to pick out a ring for Barbara. He totally got it.
"Trying to put your two last names together is a mouthful, but that might be a meeting in the middle situation," he said. "But yeah, man. You gotta do it. It'll be ridiculously special for both of you even if it's something that feels kind of expected by now. You'll have that moment that's just for the two of you." He leaned in to squint at the bands because the sales person was doing that thing -- that thing where they had the big doe eyes, pod person expression where they expect you to say/do something before they self-destruct. "Try picking one up and holding it in your hand. See if it feels right; like something you'd want to give him." He opted not to say it was the only thing Eddie was ever gonna wear for the rest of his life because he thought that might put more pressure on Richie to figure this out and he wasn't about to do that to him.