This was definitely information overload. Richie had come to just be sitting and listening with his mouth hanging open slightly. Though, he was now looking at Lorenzo in concern. This was something Lorenzo hadn't revealed, but it didn't seem to be something he was ashamed of. It was just a bitch and he had to deal with it. It more seemed to be something he didn't feel necessary to add in amongst all the other stuff. Now, to look at his new brother through scrutinising doctor's eyes, Richie could see Lorenzo didn't look entirely well. There was nothing blindingly obvious, but he was quite pale in the face, dark circles under his eyes, and probably had a general and ongoing malaise. Beyond that, he seemed more concerned about his husband than himself. "Did you need someone to check Lewis over? We don't mind. I mean, I can do it, or Mom can. She's a GP. If it will give you some peace of mind..." The part about Mara's blood nearly had his stomach turning, and he, of course, wasn't squeamish about blood. It was the way the contact had occurred that was horrifying. It must have been horrific for Lorenzo to witness. "So, you... watch Mara kill herself, and then months down the track had those videos of Lewis chained up in a basement being harmed? How are you not in a mental health facility?"

He shook his head. "No, don't be sorry. We're not going to say anything. Actually, it's pretty damn amazing what you did, Clint. I can't believe you forcefully got yourself hurt to do that. I mean, were you okay? That had to be pretty disgusting to go through." He did know some of the details about Justin. Actually, one of Justin's recent admissions had been the week Richie started work at Mount Sinai, and he had been present for an assessment of him when he was still unconscious because Nate was his doctor. There was a recent history of psychosis, and a past history of sexual abuse. He knew how messed up Justin was. None of this changes anything. We can handle it. It's just complicated, and we're not averted to complicated."