"Little hellion."

Richie stares at his little first cousin, once removed. What a dumb fucking concept, who came up with that? Richie just calls Claire his niece and that works well enough for the both of them. It's not like Claire has any uncles for him to compete with anyway. If she did he probably wouldn't get stuck babysitting her all the time.

Usually, he doesn't mind. Claire's cute. Kids are cute and they happen to be very entertained by Richie's antics but he actually had plans when Reagan dropped the kid off today. So you got a frantic text that Richie actually can't make it to the movies today and you're probably pissed or something. Richie doesn't know, he got no text back.

A knocking on the door sends Claire running off into Richie's apartment in a flurry of giggles and he shakes his head fondly as he opens the door. Oh, it's you. "Sorry. For real, I'm all tied up." The distant sounds of Bluey probably help convey his situation. "But uh, we could watch something here? Since you came all this way, y'know." He's kind of bullshitting because he wants to spend time with you but that's fine, right?