[Sounds like Jim would have a lot to talk about with Beverly Marsh.]

Smart man. Men, rather. [Richie snorts in amusement. He flexes his fingers again and finds that they seem to be improving by the slightest of fractions. He rubs them together and tucks the worse hand into his pocket.] I'll keep mum about it. Matters less now that he's sleeping I suppose, but even so. You don't know who knew who or what they wanted. Better to keep cautious, I figure.