Rick didn't say anything about the gun, but the green eyes were different now. Maybe Rick was unhinged, but he was no fool. Men with guns were very different from men without guns. Especially if they were men that kept guns in their apartments and in the small of their backs.
"I won't break into her place to find out," Rick said, looking up and then down. He didn't have any claim on James, and wouldn't pretend it so. It would have been good to know if she was alright, but he didn't think he could find that out right now, and do little about it if she was not.
"You think the building cares?" he echoed, raising the red eyebrows in exaggerated doubt. "You must be mad." He said it flat serious.