Dick was a saint. Like, a real one. Richie was so glad he'd picked him to come and help, because he'd be utterly lost without the guy and he was pretty sure there was no one better for the job. Zero offense to Stanley, his brother from another mother, mind. They'd just be two nervous wrecks together right now. That would definitely have been a thing.
And this sales person was here for a good, good dollar. Which Richie could appreciate, but not when it came to picking out something that really mattered to him.
He still pointed at the three he really zoned in on, and each one was settled in front of him on the counter. Richie picked each up, considering the weight (of the rings and the situation), and turned them around wonderingly in his hands. "He said he wants my name," he said after a beat. "It sounds cooler." That wasn't really why, but Eddie's trauma wasn't his own, he couldn't just bring it up to other people.