Carmy looks up at Richie at that, and for a moment it's probably possible to read his slack mouth and offended expression as betrayal or something, and then he kinda shoulder-hip checks Richie hard. Wishes they were closer to the pool so he could dunk him. "Are you fucking with me right now? Dude."

But Richie isn't, he thinks he's being a good guy, stepping back, classic fucking Richie. "That's not — you should have kissed her. I kissed her." He kissed her a lot, actually, and it was great and he wants to do it again, do more, but it's not — they were casual about it. He thinks he would be more likely to get a little pissy about Richie wanting someone else, low key jealous, but that's true often and he's good at swallowing it. Besides... it doesn't sting so much when it's great. "If we're gonna, fucking, Italian Beef sandwich, I think we're both gonna be kissing her. C'mon."