"Huh… that's strange. I don't remember deciding to go to sleep."
Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed
"Well, you did." Bridge stated the obvious, still running a hand through Scipio's hair. It had proved to have a calming effect - one that could even put him to sleep after a while.
Scipio closed his eyes again as Bridge continued basically petting him. "Okay…"
"Are you going to fall asleep again?" He asked softly.
"No… I'm fine." Scipio decided to open his eyes just to ensure that he wouldn't fall asleep.
"Okay. That's good," Bridge mumbled, realizing once again how close they were, especially since Bridge had moved so Scipio could lean on him.
((PSA Bridge is a tiny bean))
(Ye and Scipio is pretty average. Kinda has eating problems tho since asylum)
Scipio didn't really seem to mind Bridge being this close to him, but he was pretty nonchalant about most things.
((Mhm yeah))
In fact, they were so close that Bridge could kiss Scipio if he wanted to. He blushed a little at the thought. He did want to, kind of - it wasn't a burning urge, but he thought it might be nice. He wasn't going to, though, at least not now. He was far too shy for that kind of thing.
Scipio watched the cell door quietly, making sure that Dave wouldn't return. All his information about why he hated Dave so much was still quite vague up to this point.
Bridge wasn't about to ask him anything else about that, either. Or…really do anything now. Scipio had just woken up, and his hand was in his very soft hair, and he didn't want to bother him.
(Although, now would be the best time to ask since you're keeping him relaxed and all)
Scipio tensed up slightly whenever he heard footsteps or jangling keys, but soon relaxed when he confirmed Dave wasn't there. He seemed to almost have an underlying fear of Dave beneath the hatred.
((true, true))
Eventually, Bridge's curiousity got the better of him. He knew Scipio hated Dave, and he knew something bad had happened between them, but he didn't know what, or why Scipio had a tiny reaction to every guard. "Why…why do you hate Dave as much…as you do? I know…something happened, but…" Bridge asked nervously, keeping his hand in Scipio's hair.
Scipio was quiet for a moment. "When I first came here, Dave was assigned as the guard to my cell. He knew what I'd done, of course, and never had mercy on me. He used to beat me and tase me even when I hadn't done anything. He… He thinks it's fun. Honestly, he might be a psychopath too. I don't know who else he's hurt, but he likes hurting me especially."
"Oh." Bridge quieted, sort of leaning on Scipio now - comfort, for the both of them, and it made it easier to reach Scipio's hair.
"I get that I'm a sick and twisted person and all, but I was only around sixteen when I came here. I was just a kid, and he beat me bad." Scipio's eyes never left the door, but his hands were shaking slightly.
"I'm…sorry. I shouldn't have…asked," Bridge said, reaching his other hand out to rest on top of Scipio's hands. It was the least he could do, in his mind.
Scipio shook his head. "It isn't your fault. It's Dave's. Damn bastard should be in one of these cells himself. That'd be delightfully ironic, wouldn't it?"
He nodded carefully. "I…I don't like him much either."
"You'd be as insane as the people in here if you did…" Scipio muttered, tapping one foot on the ground anxiously.
“I don’t,” He said in a small voice, looking up at Scipio whose hair he was still petting.
"Good… never trust Dave. That's rule number one in here."
“Okay.” Bridge agreed softly. “I’ll…yeah.”
"The other guards aren't quite as bad, but they won't hesitate to tase you if you act up." Scipio's foot continued tapping on the ground, and his eyes never left the door.
“I…I don’t think I will,” He said, continuing to keep him calm by running a hand through his soft hair.
Eventually, Scipio's foot stilled. "I don't think Dave will come back for a couple of hours, but I can't let him catch me off guard. I always have to be ready."
Bridge nodded, agreeing. “That’s…good. That’s good.”
"I'm not gonna let him make me feel weak again…" He muttered to himself, tapping his fingers on the bench.
“You’re not,” Bridge assured him softly.
(This is just so funny to me like, "I'm not weak…" pets reassuringly "That's right, hun. You tell him.")
"He's the only guard who's stayed. All the others left or died. God, why won't he just leave?!"
((Mood))
“I don’t know. But you’re…you’re not letting him win. That’s…that’s good,” Bridge said.