"Every bone in my body is screaming at me to run," he admitted softly, "But I'm not leaving you alone in this." They desperately needed help though. With Kjell fucking off and Leo being who the fuck knew where, they needed additional hands on deck. Shame that it seemed there were no good candidates. At least, not that he could see though there were certain Kindred in the city that they could possibly call on when it came down to the wire. Maybe.
"Besides, it'll make one Hell of a story for the Gather," his tone was almost bitter but that was more lobbied at the pissing contests of the Gangrel than the situation at hand. Although he was still tense, he allowed himself to essentially collapse against Amadeus, wrapping his arms around his lover and resting his head on the other's shoulder. "Christ," he muttered, the only assessment he had left for the situation at hand.