Sure, Richie. I'll be staying for a while.

(Which was true. He planned to stay for...for as long as he needed to maybe. He wasn't sure. All he knew was that Richie...needed him. Maybe not him specifically but someone. And clearly no one else had bothered stepping up.)

Oh. (That made sense he supposed, though it felt odd to hear. It felt very off for Richie specifically.)

I can take you back to my hotel if you like. If it'll be easier for uh- your orientation in the morning. Or whatever.