Listen, Richie didn't think he'd ever been saying those words either. But he'd needed to do something to pass the time while stuck with Steve. It'd been good for him at the time, since he was prone to jittering and pacing and moving a lot, and it wasn't easy when you couldn't be more than six feet apart from someone. So he'd done some sit ups and lifted some shit and jogged a little. And now he was kinda sorta keeping it up. But a lot less frequently. "Or just a butt in general," he said, frowning when Beverly got all tsk-y over his waist measurements. Couldn't have been that bad, he figured. His pants weren't falling off.
"Maybe," he said, arms still out like an absolute idiot. "But -- why? To tell me he'd be showing up? It hasn't done that for anyone else. And it wasn't like, a good time in that hotel, Bev."