"I didn't do anything bad, Hartley. Don't look at me like that." He didn't ever want Hartley to look at him like he was a bad person. He wasn't a good person but he wasn't a total asshole, he had a code and he figured everyone else did. He figured wrong. "I was kind of broke and I needed a job so I agreed to go in with these guys. Half way through the job, they found out this one kid was a rat and working for the cops. They were going to -- well, I couldn't let them do that."

They wanted to stab him, hurt the poor little bastard and James could never let that happened. That's why he got in the way of the knife. Before it could get any worse, the cops were coming and James ran for it, ran until he felt like he could pass out. He figured the closest thing he knew was the concert hall and Hartley always hung out here. "I just want to sewn up, okay? I don't care if it scars just stop me from having to go anywhere I'll get picked up by cops."