Indeed, Dan was moving to answer the door. He'd invited Richie over, wanting to help with the problem festering in his head - maybe it was stupid, maybe it was dangerous, but none of that would actually end up stopping Dan. He was a caregiver, and besides, being born with the Shine himself? He would have gone mad if Dick hadn't helped him. Now, he wanted to pay that forward.
"Hey, come on in," he greeted, smiling at Richie once he'd opened the door. The sight of him was pleasant, the iced coffee too - sure, it was cold outside; winter's breath on the skin, and at night alone in his house he could see that cold diffusing against the glass of the windowpanes, could hear the ominous brittle silence. But he was definitely an iced coffee fan regardless.
He didn't have a ton of furniture but there was a table and chairs, at least, in the kitchen. He could host someone in there. "Those coffees have a lot of sugar, I hope?"