Even for someone who talked constantly, there were always just some things that needn't be said out loud. This was kind of one of those things -- just a solid sort of friendship that had happened and was and the how and why of it was like -- who needed to bring it up?
"God," Richie said, laughing at the idea of embroidered hand towels (or hand towels at all -- come on, he'd been a bachelor for the entirety of his life, and he wasn't fooling anyone - he'd never had a hand towel.) "You know, it means more if you do it yourself. Everyone likes a hand-made embroidered towel." The fuck was he on about?
He considered the rings for a moment, discarded one back onto the glass countertop and then examined the other two. "Okay," he said after a beat. "This one. I think this is it." It had a stone, but it was small and set inside the ring instead of on top. Richie sort of thought the tension setting was meaningful, but wasn't good enough at saying genuine things to really figure out why. It just kinda reminded him of Eddie. "I just need it engraved and then -- yeah." He paused, a little surprised. "Wow. Holy shit, this is happening."