"Mine either," Richie said, and he wanted it to be because, duh, they were men and so was he so obviously not his type. But no. What he really meant was that Steve Rogers was so close to perfect that he was intimidating. That he was too tall and muscled, and that his hair wasn't dark, and his eyes weren't puppy dog eyes in disguise.
Rogers was wank fodder, but not something that Richie would ever really want, even if presented with the opportunity.
Likewise, Bill here was lovely and more attractive on a level that Richie could get behind but --
But he was thinking about this way too fucking much. Richie set his tea down, unsteady. "I'll -- keep that in mind?" He asked, and god, could he have been more awkward or dense?