Sure, Rich could take care of himself. He'd been doing it since about forever. But that didn't mean he didn't like a little support now and then -- particularly if it was coming from an angle where Bev (or any of the other Losers) were out of danger's way.
"If this is all just a long con to make fun of the size of my forehead, I'm gonna lose my shit," he said with a smile. It was maybe true though -- the idea of being able to do anything beyond sitting and worrying was... nice? Well as nice as anything in this weird ass situation could be.
"Enough about me and my dumb problems," he decided, pulling away a little when he'd decided he'd had enough sap for one day. Not like he was dying yet, or anything. "Tell me what you're working on."