"Don't worry about it." Who is this and what has he done with Carmy. He wipes his hand on the shorts, plays his fingers light over the back of Richie's sweaty neck, letting himself be close and listen to the fireworks without thinking too hard about any of it. Summer-sticky and shaken up in the aftermath of a panic attack and an orgasm in quick succession.

"Might go cool down in the lake," he says eventually. "You should get back." Because people wil actually notice Richie's absence. Also, Richie isn't covered in cum. "Fuck," he murmurs softly, not at anything in particular.