We're even. [The words are very calm, calculated and less impulsive than Luke usually is. It's something, some show of the fact that sometimes he really does seem much older than his twenty-three years of age. Strangely, he doesn't pull his arm out of Adam's grip. He isn't sure what to do with it.] I told you last week I was thinking of killing someone, and now we're even.

[But he considers for a moment, eyes dropping to Adam's hand on his wrist and then over to the desk where the crumples papers still are and then just past Adam's eyes so he's not directly looking at him.] You still worried I don't trust you?