The shit thing about not being as good a healer as certain people were is that Richie doesn't know how to stay the corruption just a little while longer. But he feels like it's his job now to at least hang out with him, so he drops in on Varian today with a basket full of food.

He hadn't thought—Christ, but this hurts to see. Also, the grip hurts too. He hisses in pain.

"Shit," he says. "Ow, fuck, Varian." He pulls his arm away from Varian's claws, looks around, and gnaws on his lower lip. "You sure you don't need your eyes checked? I don't see any rocks around, and you know my eyesight's total shit."