[Prior drags back enough that he can look at Richie. He'll never be anybody's mother, but there's a few traits of that about him, when you get close enough.]

We don't call them weirdies. [Though no name's actually been assigned, has it. Hm.] Differently abled.

[And sure, maybe they'll rally the troops for him one day, too. The difference being that what he's fighting, no one else can see. No one else can touch. Whatever went after Richie as a kid, Prior assumes they at least have the benefit of knowing it didn't take its mark down. He settles in with his arms a low, loose sling around the kid and... he's got to ask.]

But you're right, we'll get them all on board. So you should really tell me what it is we're looking out for.