Travis looms in the entrance of William's bunk. His spiked hair is leaning to one side from sleeping on it, and his striped boxers and hoodie declaring FUCK RACISM are decidedly sleep-rumpled; if he wasn't wearing his yellow aviators, it'd be the complete just-rolled-out-of-bed look. He peers in at William with a vague frown.
William in a full suit is bizarre. William sleeping in a suit is fucking unhinged.
"You're back," he replies, somewhere between observation and surprise. Maybe it'd be just as easy for William to be gone forever –– no abandonment issues here, no sir, but how easy would it be to never come back, given the choice? "If they transport you to corporate, you know you'll probably have to use that fancy room of yours instead of slumming it with us."
He has no idea what the warden rooms look like, but he's imagining they're fucking palatial.
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William in a full suit is bizarre. William sleeping in a suit is fucking unhinged.
"You're back," he replies, somewhere between observation and surprise. Maybe it'd be just as easy for William to be gone forever –– no abandonment issues here, no sir, but how easy would it be to never come back, given the choice? "If they transport you to corporate, you know you'll probably have to use that fancy room of yours instead of slumming it with us."
He has no idea what the warden rooms look like, but he's imagining they're fucking palatial.