"I don't have episodes. I'm not fucking Axel, I'm not some crazy guy you can throw meds at. I'm fine, I'm not crazy. Wells hit himself and set me up. He's a psycho. He wants you and he wants me out of the way. He told me." James slammed his hand on the table in anger and the guard shot him a warning look until he settled, fingers wrapped tightly around the phone. "He's fucking gay for you and I wanted to tell him to back off but he kept baiting me."

Calling him insignificant, uninteresting, a distraction that Hartley didn't need. To him, James was just some street rat that crawled its way into his precious lab. He kept provoking him, getting him angrier and angrier. Now he knew why. "He totally set me up."