"Damn it, kid..."

He'd had a headache for days. Maybe weeks. Maybe he could trace it back to when this all began if he tried but he wasn't really in any state for thinking. Richard had shot over the moment Shou had contacted him, fear and anger and sheer frustration coiling tight and hard and nauseating in the pit of his stomach.

Now, sitting next to Tony, he sighed and rubbed a hand over the boy's arm.

"This has gotta stop."