Clinging to the young mafioso was the last thing that Richard wanted to do. He just didn't have anyone else to hide behind. The asshole was to blame for bringing him there, the least he could do was keep the other hidden from the last person in the world he wanted to be around.
"I need to not be here. Anywhere but here or around him would be fine." Richard refused to look Zane in the eye or even in the direction of where the other stood. God. Why did things have to follow him no matter where he went? Could he not just get a few years off?
"What exactly is going on." Zane didn't do the best job of keeping his voice down. Glancing between the unexpected panicking man and whoever set him off. White as a sheet, Richard refused to lift his head to look anywhere but at the white tiled floor.