Pretty sure I can call you whatever I want to. I put a ring on it. Your ass is mine.

[It doesn't come out as confidently as he wants because he's crossing the room as he says it. There's no boundary so far between them that it'll ever kepe Richie from burying against him in a tight hug, and he relaxes immediately as their chests come together - familiar as always.]

I definitely will. Spotlights and everything. You'll be the real star of the show.