It didn't always have to be a very serious talk. Sometimes Richie just thought about bigger shit. They were all adults now, and they'd seen some pretty horrible stuff and sometimes even Richie had to consider stuff. That wasn't really the case just now, mind. He really had just been zoning out over nothing in particular, which was about as close as he came to any sort of meditation or... whatever. It had more to do with his occasional inability to focus on shit more than anything else though.
"I mean, you're not wrong," he said, putting a hand under his chin like he was showing off his good looks. Which he kind of thought weren't actually all that great in comparison to the hotness that was all of the other Loser's all grown up. Beverly, Eddie and Stan were all stupidly hot. Ben had turned into a man that Richie would buy full calendars of. Mike too, actually. Bill was... Bill. Not the point.
He frowned over the question, admittedly a little confused. "...More?" He asked, needing maybe a little clarification. "Because, I dunno man. It sort of just sounds like you're describing how life generally works?"