Sure, yeah, Richie had seen some episodes of Stargate while trying to sleep too, back in the day. But that didn't mean he really knew shit about anything in this regard. He'd had some bad experiences with the doors and some good ones and even a few mediocre ones. But it was all just travel. There was no real explaining it or getting it to work for him, so far as he could tell.
Even though sometimes he felt like he was just picking the right door for what he needed. Not always, but sometimes.
"Of what?" Richie asked, trying to deny the concept. Because denial was better, right? Accepting he had a problem was exactly fucking that -- a problem. This wasn't some twelve step.
Still. If Richie refused now, Beverly would have his ass. That was just fact. "Yeah. Maybe."