And if things had gone differently it would have been Richie in his lap getting out of those clothes absolutely in a fun way. But things didn't always have to go that way, when you were having a hard time and maybe needed a different kind of support. Bill could be that support, wanted to be if he could. Sure he'd have preferred to be giving Richie something else, but he'd survive.
Bill nodded as he patted his knee. "Yeah, it's bloody weird," he agreed. Richie looked small, vulnerable there on the couch and Bill pulled his own hair up in a messy bun, he was business now, dicks put on the back burner (for the time being). "Exactly what it sounds like."
He stood up as he rolled up his sleeves, cauldron fetching itself from one of the shelves and into the fireplace while he pulled out a trunk and coaxed it open with some quiet murmuring. It had appeared and the contents were irreplaceable in a lot of cases, he wasn't about to leave it unguarded. "Have another cookie, love," Bill encouraged him with a smile as he began to add things.
It didn't take long, the draught was always better fresh and the abundance of ingredients that had filled the cauldron had distilled down into a tiny bottle which he capped before returning to the other man. Bill cleared things from the table in front of him so he could sit there between his knees as he placed it in his hand and curled Richie's fingers around it. "Go make yourself comfortable, drink it all, get some rest."