Captain’s eyes were red and watery, and his huge body slumped forward, seemingly defeated by his dream. Ollie poked his head out of his cell, and Rory waved him over. He slipped into the chair beside him, and Rory looked him up and down.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, Teddy didn’t try anything. How about Sebastian?”

“He clearly hates my guts, but left me alone. Says if someone else maims me he won’t give a shit.”

“Nice … well at least we survived the first night on the wing,” Ollie muttered.

Captain laughed. “You’ve only got thousands more to go.”

“Way to piss on my parade,” Ollie mumbled.

“Thought we could go to the gym after breakfast, start training you up.”

Rory nodded. “Sounds good.”

“And you’re looking good, sweetheart!”

Rory dropped his gaze to the table and ignored Pauly’s taunt.

“Don’t pretend you can’t hear me…”.

Captain breathed harshly through his nose, then turned around. “He can hear you, and he’s not interested.”

“How does he know he’s not interested? He’s not given me a chance, hear me out…”

Rory looked up. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“No, thanks.”

“Your body, in exchange for my protection.”

“He doesn’t need your protection.” Captain mumbled.

“You’re a big guy, but you can’t watch your girls all the time…”

Captain snorted. “My girls?”

“Yeah, let me take one off your hands, he’ll be safe, and all he’s got to do is get down on his knees once a day.”

“Not gonna happen.” Rory mumbled.

“If you know what’s good for you, it will.”

Rory spotted Teddy coming towards them. He held a tray of breakfast in each hand and placed one on the table in front of Ollie. Rory widened his eyes at his porridge serving, a mountain in comparison to his, and also something on top that looked like brown sugar.

“You—you didn’t have to do that.”

He grinned, but Teddy didn’t return it, he grunted instead. Rory looked at the tray Teddy held and could see where he’d sacrificed half of his own porridge. He remembered what Sebastian had told him. Teddy felt responsible, he got attached.

Teddy moved towards his empty table and ate his breakfast while staring at one of the many gates. He looked at the bars like they were his enemy, not the justice system or the guards dotted about, but the metal bars of restraint.

“You don’t think he’s done anything to the porridge, do you?

Rory frowned. “Like what?”

“I dunno. It looks like sugar, but what if it’s not.”

Captain reached across the table with his spoon and tried some.

“It’s sugar.”

The whole prison went deadly silent, and Rory darted looks around for the source. Their table had attracted everyone’s attention, even Sebastian’s who looked over with amusement clear to see on his face.