[ maybe it's silly, to be so attached to someone he had only hung out with maybe on three, four occasions — but it's just the way he is. he gets attached easily, cares even more easily, and he's always been like this. ]

... Yeah, I know, I know. [ he's talking to someone who is in touch with death every day, after all — but charles swallows, then, realising how dismissive he must sound, so he summons up a smile at richard. ] Thanks. For, you know, remembering him.

[ and then, straightening up, ] Anyway, sure you didn't ask me here to talk about my dead buddy, did you? Is it about the inn? Something that needs doing round here?