"Hey," Richie returned in greeting even as he wandered into Dan's home. It was pretty empty yet -- Richie found that it took a while, before places here really started looking like homes --stuff being collected and found or just showing up or whatever. But it wasn't quite as bare as his and Eddie's place had been to begin with either.
The kitchen was a bit more put together, in any case. It was where he set the coffees down and shrugged his coat off, setting it on the back of the very same chair he decided to sit down at. "Yeah," he agreed, "it's more flavor than coffee at this point, I'm pretty sure." Which had been the goal. Richie didn't always want coffee that was more sugar than not, it was true. But sometimes it was what he needed. Him and Dan, they seemed to have a few things in common, in any case.