Shit, now it's awkward. Richie grimaces, already berating himself -- in a voice that sounds weirdly like Mikey's -- for saying anything at all and for being a fucking idiot to turn down a hot chick who was literally asking whether he wanted to go in a shower and make out like teenagers, jesus christ, you fucking moron.

But. He can't do it to Carmy, he just can't, so he reaches out belatedly, though his hand stops short of actually touching her.

"Hey, look -- I'm sorry. Fuck. This is horrible. I totally want to make out with you. You're so fucking hot and like, my perfect type actually. We've just kind of both been through some shit these last couple years and this place is just. Fucking insane. So I don't want to fuck anything up."