Richie bursts out laughing because, yeah. Touche. "Means you gotta catch up, right?" In the room Richie flops onto a bed and kicks his shoes off. He's forty, after all. Nap time sounds like a good plan while Eddie showers.

"Okay. Get that filth off. Once you're all squeaky clean I got some shit for your face that I can put on and fix you up with. Hopefully you keep that mark as a scar though. Get all the chicks."