"Then the cops get me and it's game over. Look, I'm not scared to go but it's just gonna fuck up everything. Again. I don't need to lose a chunk of my life for no good reason." He gripped onto Hartley and smiled playfully, just wanting to do something to get him to stop looking so terrified. It wasn't right to see Hartley like this, he hated to see him so concerned. When it was lifted up, the wound oozed a little and it certainly didn't look pretty. He hissed a little and forced the smile to stay in place. "You know me. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong joke. Things went a little topsy turvy."