It's difficult to know how to say I'm glad you're still here from the hollow pit of his chest, so Richie just looks into those big eyes for a moment, then nods like he's satisfied with things anyway. He releases Carmy and straightens up a bit, moves away to tuck himself back into his shorts and settles everything back in place. Rubs his mouth with the side of his hand.

"Nah." He glances off back to the party, then flashes Carmy a grin. Good old Richie, back on the case. "Someone's gotta run this show. Gimme a cigarette."

He'll smoke it on the way back to the bar, probably. Get his thoughts back together enough to be presentable to people again.