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[agent_m0thman]

Normally, Dib will spend his lunch break reading a homework assignment or debating mainlining caffeine into his veins. Today, he's come down to the maximum security hall way.

He promised to visit and he brought a orange juice. And he also timed it to be before evening medications, so everyone should be awake.

Hello everybody!

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[myownluck]

Sad, but true: very often in here, visits from the orderlies are the highlight of the day. An unscheduled visit? That's like a party!

...I told you it was sad.

Harvey's in the middle of tearing the Lifestyle section of the Gotham Times into nice, neat, even strips, when Dib comes calling. He pauses, in the middle of the process. ""Who did what?" he asks pleasantly.

[agent_m0thman]

Dib is not stripping. It's not that kind of party.

"No one did anything, at least not today. How are you, Mr. Dent?"

[myownluck]

"Bored." Shocking. "Making another basket. If I ever get out of here, I'll have a business option readymade."

[agent_m0thman]

"'Bored' is a common answer. Seems silly they can't find more stuff to give you to do in your cells..." He can understand the not letting them out, but a tv outside the glass isn't going to let them escape.

Dib keeps himself from saying Harvey could call the shop 'Dented Baskets' or something equally kitschy. Because he has some taste and tact.

[myownluck]

Harvey would thank him for his discretion.

"We used to be able to have computers. But that was before there was a maximum security wing."

[agent_m0thman]

"That only seems to stand for 'more cameras, less privileges.'" Dib rolls his eyes. "I can see Eddie not being allowed computer, but you or Simon aren't going to hack into Arkham."

Dib doesn't want to think what the Joker would do with one. He's guessing it won't stay functional very long.

[myownluck]

"Yeah, well." He shrugs. "Maybe we should ask about getting them back. I liked the news feeds."

[agent_m0thman]

"It can't hurt to ask. Especially if you point out that you've not caused any problems." Dib is not the person to ask about asking though. He's the very bottom of the totem pole. The dirt part.

[myownluck]

"You'd think." Despite the bleak cynicism of the thought, he doesn't seem upset. Maybe he's just that used to things being this way. "But I'll do that. Thanks."

[agent_m0thman]

Dib is just forcefully naive enough to think that eventually things will work out. He'll learn.

"Oh, uhm. I see Dr. Stark a lot, if you have a message, or want him to send you something, I can tell him." Is Judah a privilege Harvey can't have?

[myownluck]

He smiles, faintly, at Dib's offer. A little bit -- sad? And shakes his head.

"No. That's fine. If he's busy, I don't want to bother him."

[agent_m0thman]

Dib wants to say something about Judah not being that busy, but again he keeps his mouth shut.

He already yelled at one friend of an inmate this week, and Dib is sure Judah won't roll over and do as he says like Warden did. Hinting, on the other hand...

"I know he's got new patients, and is thinking about moving offices."

[myownluck]

See, there? Busy. (If that helps you sleep at night.) Shut up.

"That's probably a good idea, now that he can."

[agent_m0thman]

"He only seems partially interested. I think he likes the warehouse..." Dib wants the room of Pickman crazy.

"Uhm, is he... Is he a good doctor? Did he help you?"

Dib is ignoring their present location, momentarily.

[myownluck]

"Maybe." Harvey can see both sides of the issue, of course. Speaking of which...

"Yes and no." He gives Dib an apologetic smile. "He helped, but he wasn't really my doctor."

[agent_m0thman]

"Oh..." Dib shuffles his feet a bit. "I started seeing him. For.. stuff. I've had issues sleeping since the gassing."

That's right Dib. Tell everyone but your girlfriend.