Captain sighed at his breakfast and whisked the eggs with his fork. Rory noticed he had more on his tray than both him and Ollie put together, and his toast wasn’t burned to a charcoal crisp.

“You’re already making an impression,” Rory mumbled.

The inmate serving in the canteen had his eyes on Captain’s back. He bit his lip and dragged his gaze up and down a few times, then a yell from an inmate got his attention and he started serving up again.

“Is he still staring at me?” Captain asked.

Ollie smirked. “Not at the moment, but you’ve certainly got an admirer.”

“Until I terrify him later.”

“Why are you going to terrify him?” Rory asked.

“Not on purpose, I mean when I go to sleep.”

“That wasn’t a one off?”

“Those night terrors happen more than they don’t happen.”

Rory glanced down at the table. “Maybe you should talk to the doctor.”

Captain hissed and shook his head.

“It’s not weak—”

“I know it’s not, but any suffering I go through is deserved.”

Ollie snorted. “You’re only in here for five, whatever you did couldn’t have been that bad—”

“I’m not suffering over that, that day doesn’t torment me.”

“Then what?” Ollie asked.

“None of your business. Point is, he won’t be looking at me like that tomorrow.”

“We’re still looking at you fine,” Ollie muttered.

Captain glared at both of them. He didn’t look at them like he wanted to eat them, or kill them—his look was vacant, dead, and it was equally disturbing. There were dark bags sunken into his skin, and his irises were almost as dark as his pupils. Ollie averted his gaze, but Rory kept looking back.

“I make people uncomfortable, mark my words, I’ll get no admiring glances this time tomorrow, and the guys that look at me like they wanna fight me, will pity me, but I’m not worried about myself, I’m worried about you two.”

“Us?” Rory muttered.

“I’m not the only one that’s got some interested glances…”

Rory swallowed, and looked over to Sebastian, but he’d gone.

“Not anyone over there, I meant the asshole behind me, had his eyes on you since we came in.”

“Really?”

“Overheard him talking with his group, discussing both of you.”

Rory and Ollie shared a look. “What did they say?”

“Ollie’s got a lot of attention, some guy practically salivating over you.”

Rory heard Ollie’s forced swallow. “Shit…”

“But don’t worry, when they found out whose cell you were in, they shut up pretty quick.”

“What’s so bad about Teddy?” Ollie whispered.

Captain shrugged. “I don’t know, but I get the impression they won’t cross him. Being in his cell, he’s pretty much your unappointed bodyguard. They call it claiming in here.”