"Oh yeah, because that's what I want to be known for here."

For fuck's sake, Richie. Is he sowing wild oats or a birthday party magician? Make up your mind!

"Beej?" He doesn't think he's met anyone with that name, yet. Richie's hand is so soft. So caring. It's almost strange... And yet, not.

Impaled? Fuck... Was that... Was that how he? He swallows hard past the lump in his throat. Shit. He really was... Is... Fuck... Looking down, he nods in agreement, not trusting his voice.