More than halfway. I have a screenshot on my phone for when nights on the road get rough.

[Eddie had a way about him that took Richie from forty years old all the way back to fifteen again. His lips just above the dip of his hips and the zipper of his jeans make his hips jerk up into the advance unbidden.]

Sorry, babe. I love that you did. I've gotta be the luckiest man alive.