Oh God, he was giving him that look like he was an idiot for coming to talk to him and that instantly put up James's guard. He took a step back and frowned, if he'd been in a better position, he would have left just to keep his very fragile pride in check but he wasn't in a good place right now and he needed someone smart, someone he trusted. He sucked in a breath and then looked Hartley, meeting his eyes.

"I kind of -- maybe fucked up a little. I need you to fix something." He sighed and pulled back his coat reluctantly, showing Hartley the blood stained shirt underneath, it was sticking to his side and the blood was slowly starting to get onto his jeans too. "Don't freak." Well, fair caution, he wasn't freaking. Mostly just in pain and no idea where else to go. Usually Axel helped with this shit but the little bastard wasn't here. "Do you have a place we can go? Cause mine is too far away and the police are after me and dude, I can't run any more."