Richie had gotten mad at you whilst he was at yours. He had grabbed his bag and put it on his bag, holding the straps like a little school boy in 2nd grade or something.

"I'm leaving!"

He exclaimed in annoyance, before turning around to make a leave, before you then gave him that look before speaking.

"Please don't go.."

you had said, knowing damn well it'd work, it always worked. Richie then turned again, but to face you. It worked.

"Okay.."

he said with a huff taking off the bag and tossing it on the floor.