"Okay so I got some shit going down and I don't know how to deal. I need you. Or, more specifically, I need your money." He crossed his arms and paced across the room, pausing at the door before slamming it shut. Well, he didn't need anyone spying on them. He approached Hartley and stopped in front of him, unsure how to ask this. "Barry is sick. He's been sleeping outside, he hasn't been very smart about it, it's cold out and -- look, he's a dumbass. The point is, he needs medicine and he needs a place to rest. Can you help?"