"Oh ha. Ha." The laugh is sarcastic but he can't help but smile. Richie being here and being, well, himself, is more of a balm than whatever is being wiped on his face. Of all of the Losers, he always counted Richie as his best friend. They'd been together through thick and thin. He'd always been the closest to this asshole. He never really knew why, nor did he ever try to figure it out. It just was.

"Dude, do you have any idea how fucking disgusting that idea is? Even ignoring the fact that I don't and would never smoke." Aside from being pressured into trying one of Bev's cigarettes once... He'd nearly coughed himself unconscious that time. "It would get all yellow and black from the tar and other toxic shit in those things. Not to mention that food and shit would just fall out of it all the time. God I feel nauseous just thinking about it."