"Yeah. Same." Carmy is nodding. That's the vibe: this is crazy, but he loves Richie and he loves how this feels between them. How he feels right now, centered and — in tune with someone else in a way that reduces loneliness and drowns out the self-hatred, a little.
Another drag of the cigarette, exhaling noisily, hunched forward a little. "I think about you. I've thought about you a lot." Not just horny, gasping thoughts, either; Richie has so much potential for elevation, it's there in his steady hands and the way he is with customers, the way he wants to fix things. The adherence to system, even if it's a shitty system. He thinks about Richie in his kitchen, collaborative instead of combatative.
He passes the cigarette back to Richie and smooths a hand over his hipbone. Sniffs a little. "I ruined six pieces of wagyu, thinking about you." (Ruined, like Richie didn't get to eat all of them.)
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Another drag of the cigarette, exhaling noisily, hunched forward a little. "I think about you. I've thought about you a lot." Not just horny, gasping thoughts, either; Richie has so much potential for elevation, it's there in his steady hands and the way he is with customers, the way he wants to fix things. The adherence to system, even if it's a shitty system. He thinks about Richie in his kitchen, collaborative instead of combatative.
He passes the cigarette back to Richie and smooths a hand over his hipbone. Sniffs a little. "I ruined six pieces of wagyu, thinking about you." (Ruined, like Richie didn't get to eat all of them.)