"This whole me and him is out of a very low likelihood. People like him don't usually just stumble across people like me and something amazing spark from it. I'm just really aware of that. I'm not saying he's too good for me. I don't think that. Because if not me, someone else out there would have him, and they can kiss my ass because he's mine." So, there was most certainly a possessive streak in Richie when it came to Adrian. He couldn't help it. He hadn't ever really felt like that in a relationship before, so it was a sign this time, it was a lot more special than the other times. Which would make sense, seeing as the other times all failed. Not that he was the one being dumped all the time, he had ended a couple of relationships himself because he didn't get that nervous thrill in his belly that he couldn't label but seemed a big deciding factor. He had that with Adrian, and he felt it that first night at Adrian's apartment when they shared their first kiss that turned into some incredibly hot sex.

He was listening to his mom and he was about to reply when he broke into a pretty intense sneezing fit when they got outside and cool air hit him. In fact, he sneezed so much he started to dry heave and he was leaning over trying to catch his breath and decide if he was about throw up again. Not a good look for a doctor in scrubs to be standing out there looking like he was infected with the plague himself. He stood up again, holding his hand up. "False ala--" he began but cut himself off with three more sneezes. He found a pack of Kleenex in his bag and took some out to wipe his eyes and nose. "It's the little things, Momma. The little things people take for granted and don't realise are special until it's all gone. The little things make up the big things. But if the little things keep going real nice, sex is kind of inevitable."