Carmy thinks of a woman at group the other day, something she'd said about grasping happiness. God, imagine knowing how to recognize happiness, knowing how to reach out your hands.

Little bob of the Adam's apple, before he takes the cigarette. "Um. I'd like to." He'd really like to. He's not sure yet, if it's good for him or not, and it's sure as fuck going to be bad for business, Richie is already constantly in the fucking way. "Do you, would you be into that?" Three for three on him just saying stuff without the thorns, getting laid really does improve his personality.