Stan chuckled as Richie put on one of his voices settling against him where he'd pulled him out of whatever it was he'd been doing, though by the looks of him he hadn't been all that busy. Unless of course he'd been thinking big thoughts, and knowing Richie - well he could definitely have been doing exactly that. Thinking them around and around in circles before he buried them all back down deep again before plastering on a smile for them, Stan wished he were better at that. Better at drawing that out of Richie, without always feeling like they had to sit down for a very serious talk.
At the very least he could be a distraction and around enough that maybe he could get Richie or any of the rest of them to talk if they needed it. But of course that hadn't actually been his intention just then, as much as it had been just the desire to be near to Richie again, the same way he'd have felt if it was any of them sitting there, Stan just wanted to be close to them.
"Nah, you're a pretty face too." Stan assured him reaching over to ruffle Richie's hair. "You ever feel like maybe there's gonna be more?" He asked, rather than waiting for any additional entertainment that Richie might try and scrounge up for him. "Like we're just waiting for some next thing?"