[Thank the stars she didn't have the chance to throw him. He's already died once and his bones aren't what they used to be.
He'd expect it upon landing though. A big old panic, rife with screaming and thrown punches, "Where have you taken me?" and all that mess. Richie's spared that scene too. What he gets instead is her desperate cling and a dollop of hope.
He looks down at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never does.]
Yes. [He nods. His knobbled knuckles clasp over her delicate fingers as they clutch at his wrist and he gives them a heartening squeeze.] Yes, yes, that's me. I'm Richie. Is it coming back to you now?
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He'd expect it upon landing though. A big old panic, rife with screaming and thrown punches, "Where have you taken me?" and all that mess. Richie's spared that scene too. What he gets instead is her desperate cling and a dollop of hope.
He looks down at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never does.]
Yes. [He nods. His knobbled knuckles clasp over her delicate fingers as they clutch at his wrist and he gives them a heartening squeeze.] Yes, yes, that's me. I'm Richie. Is it coming back to you now?