"Fuck you. Fucking baby." Without much heat; it's just rote for them now. Richie takes a long drag on the cigarette, letting his head tip back on the pillows, enjoying the clinical swipes of Carmy's attention on his dick and belly. The dry burn of the nicotine sands down some of the raw edges inside his chest. He exhales smoke into the rippling rain-smeared light and offers it back to Carmen.

"So we're gonna keep doing this?"