[ Eddie shrugs, still looking rougher than he’d like, with his wrinkled polo and unstyled hair. ]

Some guy from, like, two floors down or something. Andy? [ Not unsure of the name, but of whether Richie knows him. A beat, as Eddie debates mentioning that “Andy from downstairs” thinks Richie is funny and decides against it. No need to encourage his trashmouthing. ]

I would’ve warned you, but — [ scrunching his nose. ] — my hands were already full when he offered to help carry everything that I bought to restock your desolate kitchen, dude.

[ He’s not over the lack of emergency cereal. ]