Richie's arm around his shoulders makes Carmy stiffen and then relax, a little embarrassed but leaning into him. The warmth. Sipping his drink. It's cosy.

Carmy has been to like, three parties that weren't filled with his family and the landmines therein, so he doesn't have a good metric. Can't really agree. He didn't have a good time, except for the moments that were like, life-changing good, but those didn't have much to do with the party.

Speaking of: "Yeah?" he responds, affecting a level of casual he doesn't really feel about Grace right now.