It wasn't what was on Richie's mind and they both knew it. But he smiled anyway, a little crooked, before shutting the door behind them and wandering back into the bathroom, perching himself on the counter next to the sink like that was a place he just ought to be sitting.
"Yeah," he said after a beat, a little too quiet for Richie's general... Richie-ness. They definitely all needed someone. That sort of thing helped, obviously. But it was weird to consider after so long without. And some shit, he was pretty sure, wasn't meant to come out of his mouth. No one liked a downer. Rich was meant to be funny.
"Tell me about your dream," he said instead. "If it was anything like the ones I have, it featured Eddie's mom pretty heavily."