[Profit's irrelevant at this point, Richie barely notices him leave around his need to just not.be.there. His natural inclination's to lash out, to stop it himself, but he can't, the need's not there, and even if it were there's a wall of a...man-shaped thing in the way. Fingers twitch at his sides, eyes darting around to try to find a solution, and he finally shrugs. It doesn't matter, anywhere's as good as anywhere else; tension strung too tight finally snapped, and now he's just...overwhelmed by it all. Irritable because he feels like he's just spent the past hour as a human ping pong ball, but without the violent intentions to really do anything about it.]
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Doesn't matter. Anywhere.
Not here.