Being told to relax was kind of laughable considering that wasn't something Richie tended to do ever, and it certainly wasn't something he felt like he could do now. Dan could apparently do some telepathic...stuff, and that was weird. Like a tickle in his brain that he couldn't quite scratch.
It was the same feeling again, but without words the next time. And Richie didn't know what to do with that at all, beyond try and let it happen. The mental urge to just shut every door around was wild and new, but he was aware of the fact that he shouldn't be doing it, not just now.
So he tried to relax. It seemed pretty fucking stupid (or maybe a little creepy) to sit there and stare at Dan while he had his eyes closed, so he closed his too. Palm on his chest, Richie let out an exhale, a beat too soon, so sucked in another quick breath to try again with the right timing the next time.
"Now what?" He asked, because he couldn't really fathom the idea of sitting still and being quiet.