"Uhhh - " Alright, well, not what he meant, Miss Tree Goddess. Richie didn't really give many shits about himself - he admittedly did have a little problem with self-preservation, which no doubt was a thing to grind Eddie's gears. But even as a kid he'd been afraid to pull back the jokes, the swagger, aspects that protected the softness that lay beneath; he'd always looked after himself (no one else was going to), and the fact that someone else actually wanted to do it now was difficult to get accustomed to. Like rearranging all of the furniture that his his life.
But he tried. Was trying. That was why he was here. "Okay, I - I mean, it's not gonna be changed in a bad way, right? I'll have my body parts intact? Can still bone my fiance?"
That was important.
Vaguely, he gestured around, once they were inside. "I'll go wherever you need me to go. Just arrange me however you want."