Tom murmured discontentedly when he heard the ring of the bell over the speakers of the prison's halls and cells to wake up for meal one- this also meant the cell doors would be unlocked soon.

Tom was a bit confused when he opened his eyes to a lower view then usual- then remembering that he was sleeping in the bottom bunk. He went to move off the bed when something stopped him, causing him to look down at a Lea who had his head on his stomach and arms draped lazily around his waist.

Tom instantly stiffened up, growing mentally quiet- no, actually, not true- e was mentally screaming a few seconds later. Fear? Something else? He wasn't sure. He couldn't see Lea's expression from the sunglasses that crookedly covered his face, so he wasn't sure how to react- other than the fact that his heart was going haywire.

Tom could identify two things.
One, he was confused
Two, he was blushing
He shook his head, I am not going to put myself through this again- I, nope,
especially not with...him...

Tom wasn't really sure how to handle this- it's not like he could just wake up Lea and tell him to move- that'd be rude and...despite Tom feeling like he could trust Lea...he was never sure...how stable the other was...he would go into these blank spells where he'd just be emotionless for times and wouldn't listen at all...just have this perky, empty-eyed look on his face...Tom was sure that whatever his face was looking like right now, that it didn't look like that. He was looking for an escape from this, but there really was none- well, there was, he could just...carefully-

Tom shoved Lea off the bed along with all his emotional confrontation.

Lea yelled as he hit the floor, his shades flying off his face, "Wh-what the hell!?"

"Y-you rolled off the bed." Tom stuttered.

"Clearly." Lea huffed as he grabbed his sunglasses and straightened them on his face, "Has the morning bell rung?"

Tom nodded, "About five minutes ago, I think."

"And they haven't unlocked the doors yet I presume?" Lea sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his head which had hit the ground when he fell, "Typical...the guards probably aren't even here for their first shift anyway..."

"Mhm." Tom nodded as he leaned against the wall, knees drawn to his chest.

Lea looked down at him from where he stood, "Thats a very...peculiar...position?"

"Oh...yeah." Tom nodded, moving his knees into a classic criss-cross-applesauce position.

Lea sat down beside Tom who's discomfort grew greatly through this gesture.

"You look totally freaked out." Lea snickered.

Tom gave a sheepish grin, "Yeah, just thinking."

"'Bout what?" Lea cocked an eyebrow.

Tom shrugged, "Fear."

"That's strange." Lea thought for a moment, "Fear of...?"

"Repeating past mistakes." Tom didn't see any point in keeping the general thugs from Lea, he'd figure them out eventually, he always did.

"Such as...?"

Tom shrugged, "Mistakes like Roman."

This caught Lea off guard, "Oh...yeah?"

Tom nodded again.

Awkward silence ensued until the sound of a clicking lock could be heard and their door was open.

Lea glanced at Tom, "Coming?"

Tom shook his head, "Nah, I'll be down there in a few."

Lea slowly nodded, "Alright...I'll save ya' some pudding just Incase."

Tom smiled, "Thanks."

Lea smiled back, glad his cellmate was showing some emotion other than this blankness; He then proceeded to give a peace-sign before exiting the room.

Tom watched him go and then the door close behind him, prompting a sigh of relief from him and then a shutter. Tom hated emotions like this now- they were so conflicting and...no matter how much he hated the little twerp now...he felt like he was somehow betraying Roman...

That's silly- if anything, you're doing yourself a justice by- by what? You don't even know what you're feeling...a boy was just...clinging to your torso that's all...he felt...safe around you...

Tom felt goosebumps rise and shook his head as he clutched the sides of his arms.

He felt safe around you because he's protecting you as long as you protect him...

Tom bit his lip, very concerned about how he felt, which he still wasn't sure about...he didn't want to be sure...it was too soon- it would be as if saying Roman was nothing to him if he moved on after such little time-

Little time? You must have a poor concept of time if that's the case...god...I don't know...frankly? I don't want to know either...I don't want Lea to need me or- need me- he needs me? SHIT that isn't helping

Tom's face was burning bright red, I'm reading too much into this- maybe...I'm projecting? Do I need him? I guess I do...he said it himself, I'd be a bloody pulp right about now without him...so maybe I'm just making these fantasies up as coping for the fact that- why would I of all people find love? I'm snake-face, remember me? I'll scare the hell out of you and... he's making fun of me, isn't he? He's toying with me! He knows what he's doing!

Tom felt rage build up in his chest, He knows my weaknesses and he's- he's exploiting them!

Tom dug his nails into the sides of his arms, Of course he is- he's a sociopath! He can't feel emotions for other people! I'm an idiot! Stupid...Stupid me for being stupid with love...feelings...that's why I'm here, right? Because of feelings?
Feelings can go screw themselves because I'm done- sociopath doesn't sound too bad, maybe Lea himself can give me some pointers once I exploit him like he's doing to me...I won't go to the cafeteria...I'll wait- I...

Tom groaned.

I jump to conclusions too fast...but this...this seems true...just think about it- and you have and...I can't let emotional ties keep me bound to the ground anyway...
So I'll wait.