Barely holding myself together with a hole through me? Yeah, uh— you know I remember when you left to head home. I was high as a fucking kite but I remember holding your wrist and telling you I didn't want you to leave because I wanted to beat you in Street Fighter.

( He laughs, smiling and warmly reaches out to take Richie's hand and squeezes it. A small piece of proof to show that Yes, I'm alive. )

I'm good now though. I mean I still have some issues and my chest fucking hurts when its cold but I finished up physical therapy and I'm off most of my serious medications.

( With another smile, he lets his hand go and settles back. )

Yeah, uh— that would be cool, right? You probably need some food too plus its nice out. We could just order in too. Whatever you want, man. I just wanna spend some time with you.