It almost hurts in an odd way, the pressure of his brother's fingers against his shoulder which is party numb from cold. He feels the pain lancing through his flesh, but at the same time, it's comforting, because at least he can feel it at all.

Richie didn't stop himself from leaning against Seth's form to stay on his feet, his larger frame almost comical as his brother halfway held him up.

"Whatever you say, man." He wasn't going to protest further. He couldn't manage it even if he tried, anyway.