“I’m sure there’s plenty of killers in here.”

Sebastian hummed. “There’s a few. Pauly, he’s a killer. Killed two men, and Teddy…”

Rory widened his eyes. “What did Teddy do?”

Sebastian held up his hand, his killing hand, and spread out his fingers. “Five.”

“Five?”

“Yeah, and one of those five was a fellow inmate.”

“Jesus…”

“He’s the most dangerous man in here, on paper at least. Then there’s the newest inmate, baby-faced Ollie. I heard a rumor he’s in for murder, too, stabbed someone twenty times...”

“You know nothing about him.” Rory defended.

“He still killed someone. My point is, you’re not scared of him or Teddy, but you are of me, especially when we’re alone. You’re all … jumpy.”

“Excuse my jumpiness, I was stabbed a few weeks ago.”

Sebastian laughed. “Who was it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, you must know. It’s not squealing if you tell me, I won’t tell the guards.”

Rory licked his lips. “I really don’t know.”

Sebastian did bunny ears with his fingers. “Well, when you remember, let me know.”

“Why? What will you do if I tell you?”

Sebastian’s laugh rumbled. “Nothing. I’ve put my money on Pauly though, a few of the other guys have placed money on others.”

“You’re betting on who stabbed me?”

Sebastian shrugged. “Damon thinks it was your buddy, Ollie.”

“Ollie wouldn’t do that.”

“He’s in here for stabbing a guy. How well do you actually know him?”

Rory turned away. “Shut up.”

“There’s your balls.” Sebastian chuckled. “I wondered where they’d gone.”

He sat down on his bed and groaned as he got comfortable.

“Your turn.” He mumbled.

Rory got down, brushed his teeth, used the toilet, then washed his hands. He tentatively lifted his T-shirt and felt Sebastian’s eyes on him.

“Whoever did it, didn’t want you dead. They would’ve gone for your throat, or your heart.”

“I was scared,” Rory admitted. “Scared I was gonna die.”

Sebastian frowned and didn’t respond. Rory thought it was the end of the conversation, but Sebastian mumbled, “Tell me who it was. I wanna know.”

Rory shook his head. “I don’t know—”

“When you remember…”

“There’s nothing to remember, I didn’t see him, and what’s the point in telling you if you’re not gonna do anything about it?”

Sebastian rolled on his side, presenting Rory with his bare back, and ending their conversation. Rory removed the rest of his clothes, folded them up, then eased himself onto the top bed.

“Night, Rory.”

Rory bit his lip, waited a minute, then whispered. “Night, Sebastian.”

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