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[onlynothuman]

Jervis might not be entirely wrong in comparing Simon to a caged beasty. He certainly has a tendency to pace as feeding time approaches. Four steps measures the length of his glass wall. Four steps turn four steps turn four steps turn, his shoulder just rubbing the glass

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[icd10f60pt7]

"Sii-mon, stop it. You're making me dizzy." She's not even watching him. Not any more anyway.

[myownluck]

"Then don't watch." That seems to be Harvey's tack. He's noy looking at either of them, staring up at the ceiling instead, his new headphones (thank you Dr. Drake) still droning Aerosmith into his neck-holes.

[onlynothuman]

Foursteps turn. "I'm bored, you're bored, why shouldn't I move? Harvey? How many feet in a mile?"

[icd10f60pt7]

"I don't think you've paced a mile." She is incredulous.

[holyrorschach]

There's a stop before he makes the rounds. Walter goes to the men's room to wash his face and take a few deep breaths. He doesn't like going to the high security wing anymore. He never liked it, but it's getting harder and harder not to hand out the punishments he thinks they deserve. Thugs on the street are getting the beatings intended for this particular gallery of rogues.

He finally rolls the cart into the hall. Several, identical covered plastic trays piled up. One vegetarian for Harvey and one decidedly not vegetarian for Simon. Walter hates the smell of it. He hates the sound of the cart, now. Hates this hall...
His head is down as he enters and his voice a low growl.

"Dinner. Move the the backs of your cells."

[onlynothuman]

Those poor thugs.

Simon smacks the glass when he sees Walter, grinning. Dinner! Obedient (mostly), he moves to stand against his cot, though he's bouncing on the balls of his feet. Too much energy for this small a room.

[myownluck]

Oh, God, but that means getting up. Ugh. Getting up, and then his reward is tofu.

Harvey sighs, dragging himself up off the bunk -- leaving the headphones laying there -- and doing as he's asked. "What have we got tonight, Walter?"

[icd10f60pt7]

To the back of the cell, the back of the cell, the baaaaack of the cell. She's still pretty bouncey on this medication, but it's starting to taper off at least. "Aye-aye, Wally!"

Taper a BIT.

[goshdarnniteowl]

Daniel takes his friend to one of the private therapy rooms, assuring the concerned guards that he won't need any more help. The call has been made to Superintendent Warden about what steps should be taken from here. It's all about waiting until they hear back.

The door closes, and he waits for Walter to sit. And then follows suit, burying his head in his hands.

"...Walter..."

[holyrorschach]

Part of Walter is deeply ashamed...but that's only because his friend is disappointed in him. He knows what he was doing was, in the grand scheme of things, what needs to be done. There's no fixing some people and no keeping them locked up forever. There's only one real answer. Daniel just isn't ready to accept that.

"Daniel... He was talking about attacking you. Took it as a threat. I'm tired of letting them threaten us. Tired of taking it."

He sighs and lays his arms on the table; palms flat on the surface as he surveys the damage to his bloodied knuckles.

[goshdarnniteowl]

"So you let them get to you, instead." He pushes his hair out of his eyes, glaring across the room at Walter. But anger only lasts so long. His expression softens into something more worried as he thinks more about the potential consequences of all of this. If Walter loses his job, if charges are pressed, if Simon's seriously hurt...

"What now? Huh?"

[holyrorschach]

His fingers curl and his hands ball up white-knuckle tight on the table. Daniel is right. Walter did let them get to him. But what's the alternative? Ignore them? Just allow them to continue ruining the world?

"Now? Now, they'll probably fire me. Give me more time to do what we should be doing. Less time wasted here babysitting monsters."
He huffs and stares back at Dan.
"Can't stay here anyway. I can't smile and cater to the whims of the same scum we're trying to fight. Can't be docile and obedient to them. Not like you."