"Like I said. An absolute monster."
He rolled his eyes, zippinf his fanny pack shut with more attitude than necessary.
But he was right. He couldn't live without him even if he wanted to. And sometimes he did.
"I can't stand you sometimes."
"I could so easily it would be second nature like breathing."
Speaking of breathing, his slowed down. He shoved his inhaler back in his fanny pack.
"You're a menace, that's what you did."
"You are literally the reason I am freaking out right now."
But as he pulls out his inhaler and takes a hit, he doesn't pull away from Richie either.
"I hate you so much."
"Ohmygod Richie, I'm going to hit you in your face. Do you know what you're doing to my stress levels right now? You can't stress me out, you know I havw asthma and when I get stressed it feels like I can't breathe and oh my GOD Richie look what you did to me--"