"I'm looking at you like that, because you're an idiot, not because you did something bad. Sounds like you did something right." Hartley shook his head, wishing he could just give James money, so he'd not have to do something like that any more. Unfortunately he was very broke right now. He'd think of something. He always did.

Hartley stopped by a door, unlocking it so he could usher James inside. "Ground level place, so no stairs." Everything else sucked about the place, but hey.