"You're-" Is there really a possibility that this stranger is telling the truth? Rich barely has time to wonder before having to deal with the uncomfortable sensation of someone touching newly healed scars. He winces and takes another step back, immediately averting his eyes as he tries to calm his breathing.

When he thinks he has it, he tries again. "You're sure about that? If you're lying to me, we're both fucking screwed, you know that."