It's no surprise Richard's been drawn in by the commotion, but even if he hadn't Tony would have been content to play dead for an hour or so while he waited for his skin to stop twitching. It hadn't, but at least he was fairly certain it wasn't going to come peeling off any time soon.

"Shit," He grumbled, wedging himself into a little ball in the corner of the couch. "Unless it's you or Shou, I'm not helping anyone anymore. Screw that," Okay that wasn't much of an answer and he knew it, but he was still fighting with a lot of frustration and conflicting emotions. Give him a few to sort through things. "You found the note right?"