[Richie's heart stops in his chest. Or, no. No, it doesn't stop. It starts beating twice as hard and three times as fast. Words utterly escape him for what feels like a fucking year. In reality it's maybe twenty seconds.]
Oh?
[He doesn't move because this all might be a dream and he doesn't want to interrupt it by waking.]
You... Uh. You've been thinking that... Maybe you're....you know?
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Oh?
[He doesn't move because this all might be a dream and he doesn't want to interrupt it by waking.]
You... Uh. You've been thinking that... Maybe you're....you know?