"Maybe" Richard allowed, still doubtful. Even if he was mistaking Adam for someone else, he should still have been able to pinpoint who that "someone else" was. Instead, he just kept getting that insistent feeling of familiarity without a memory to connect it to.
But that was no excuse for being distracted. At Adam's comment, Richard shrugged expressively. "You'd think so, wouldn't you? It turns out that people around here actually like sleeping, no matter what you offer them. But I think the few of us who were there got things unloaded pretty well." He gestured around the apartment, then stood up. "The only downside is that I overstocked on bribery. My refrigerator is stuffed with alcohol, and absolutely nothing else. I feel about twenty." He grinned and cocked his head. "Want some? I can't manage all of it myself, and it is seriously cramping my grocery shopping style."