"Earth thing. Office for Stopping Hilarious Accidents. Or, something like that. They keep workers safe back home. Lob fines if you break the rules. Not important."

Richie kisses the side of Reeve's jaw, an arm looping around his waist.

"What is important is how on Earth I am gonna make up for the lack of helmet and vest... Maybe we should talk about it someplace quiet..." There is no chance of Reeve leaving work right now, but Richie can be a tempter.