It's different enough from how Carmy was before that Richie recognises it, at least a little. Nice to see him softer, thoughtful. Maybe even -- dare he even consider it -- relaxed. Richie idles his hand up the side of Carmy's knee, stroking his fingers over him in small circles while he looks up at him.

"I'd be into it. It's crazy, but.. I'm into it." He clears his throat, thinking and trying not to think about his best friend's kid brother and how he's sitting on him naked and how much he wants to kiss him again, and the vagaries of a strange and cold universe that's lead them to this place.

"I like.." He starts. Stops. Starts again. "I love you, cuz. And as it turns out I like making you feel good."