OOM: Jail, Week One
It's been a week already. Ramon sits in his cell and stares at the wall, bored out of his mind and itching to just move.
A week of...nothing, really. It's not like he doesn't have things to occupy his mind but most of the things, he really doesn't want to dwell on. Anything and everything to do with Milliways really because it just makes his captivity harder to bear. So he tries to concentrate on the meetings with the lawyer, the ones that seem to revolve utterly around the same point - 'You have to give up names Mr. Salazar, or we're going to have a hell of a job keeping you out of the electric chair.'
Maybe before he found the bar he'd be more inclined to co-operate. But he knows that his death will not be decided by the State of California so it's really hard to care. Mostly he likes seeing the attorney for the entertainment he gets out of goading Annicon, the DA, through him - and the news that he delivers from Hector, even if it is without his knowledge. Innocent looking letters from seemingly innocent people can hold a wealth of information after all - the brothers long ago worked out a way to communicate anonymously for just such an eventuality as this.
So far, nothing concrete. He and Hector had already discussed possible scenarios and escape routes, ways to get him out of the US when the time came. But first they need to find leverage to force his escape because it's pretty obvious that there's going to be no tunneling through walls or anything ridiculous like that. So Hector's out there somewhere, trying to find something that will force America to let him go free. It's the best way they could think of to ensure his freedom but it has to be a flawless plan - and a big enough threat - or it won't work. And they'll only get one shot at it.
In the meantime, there's nothing he can do. And inevitably his mind drifts to Random, no matter what he does to try and prevent it. There's a lot of memories to drift over and the vast majority are happy ones - he can't help smirking too, every time he changes clothes and can see the bruises that still mark his skin. The guards had questioned him about those and it had amused him endlessly to be able to just grin and not say a word about them.
It's harder to grin at times like this though. Because he doesn't know how much time has passed in the bar, they could be going day-for-day as far as he's aware. Could have been weeks, though it seems unlikely with the way he's seen time work there before - but still, who can be sure? Milliways doesn't follow any rhyme or reason and anything could be happening. It's not nice to sit here and imagine time passing in that place without him, he can't help but wonder what's going on. And it occurs to him, now that he's away and on his own - that Haven and the bar is what he's starting to think of as home. That'll be different when he gets out of prison, he thinks - but really he just knows that it's because of Random. Anywhere he is is home.
Ramon shuts his eyes and lies back on his cot, forcing himself back to the present. He really doesn't want to think about his lover. It makes the walls close in. So he makes himself think about business instead, and where he can go to stay underground when he gets out of here and how they're going to keep things together when neither he nor his brother can be seen or found by the authorities. It's a pleasantly fruitless task because he needs to know circumstances before he can come up with anything concrete. But it keeps him occupied, to a degree.
Apart from the fact that his mind slips to blonde hair every few seconds, and every time he blinks he can see green eyes and a laughing mouth; every time the lights go off at night his first thought is of a large and comfortable bed and the weight of a head sleeping on his chest. That's when it gets hard.
He misses him. God he misses him.