Kevin.

"So you want t' move in with your boyfriend?" The man in front of me asked in a voice that suggested he was about to call a shrink as he stared up at me through some of the strands of dirty hair that hid his mismatched eyes. "You are aware that this is a prison and you're supposed to get punished here?"

"Yes, but did you ignore everything else I said?" To be honest, so far this conversation had been painful for me and I wasn't sure if he just didn't want to understand or if he was purposefully acting exceptionally dumb. He didn't want me here, but he tolerated my presence, at least, that's what I thought because somehow this man didn't seem to be stupid but far too lazy to even talk and exist at the same time.

"Yeah."

"I just want Adam to be safe and it's easier for me to look after him that way!" I tried again, desperate for this to be finally over, but he didn't even seem to consider what I was saying.

"No," Paul rolled his head and scratched his unshaven chin before he looked at me again. "But you're welcome to do the paperwork yerself if it's that important to you."

He yawned and stretched in his chair like an animal posing as someone important and it got harder to believe he was running the place with every passing minute. But there was something about his eyes that still had me believing he was much more intelligent than he let on. 

Paul pushed himself off the chair and strode over to the shelf that held most of the weirdly labeled files. It was then that I could really look at him, he was short, shorter than Mitch and under his heavy jacket were pajamas pants that hung loosely on his scrawny frame, how they even kept in place was beyond me. This man seemed in no way fit to run a facility like this one, but none of the employees, save for Summers, seemed to mind him.

 Blindly, he grabbed a file that read 'urgh' and placed it in front of me before he went back around the desk to let himself fall in the chair again. When I opened the file I was taken aback by how neatly the paperwork was already filled out. 

Uncertain, I looked up at the man and went to take one of his pens that were lined up and sorted by length in front of him, but he slapped my hand away and glared at me in a way that suggested I had just offended his family and the next three generations. Lazy and suffering from OCD, I thought to myself and bit my tongue to keep myself from stating the obvious paradox out loud.

Paul stared at me before he opened one of his drawers and took out an unused pencil that he carefully held out for me. Would he be editing the forms after I left? Equally as carefully as Paul did I take the pencil from him and started to fill out the forms to let Adam move to me and Tim move in with Chris. Needless to say, none of the three knew what I was up to, but after what had happened in the last few months, I really wanted to see Adam save with me.

"M'older brother mention'd yer a few times, said the case was as good as won already," Caleb Paul started in a weird attempt at small talk while he tried his best not to watch me fill out his forms. "Gale seem'd fond of you although you were rude."

"That was months ago?"

"He's still waiting for an answer."

I gulped down saliva and let my head hung down while I tried my best to focus on the paper. So Mr. Paul, the other one, still wanted to get me out of here? Almost ashamed, I had to admit to myself that I hadn't had one thought of how the life outside these walls was since the first time Adam kissed me. Well, I had thought about his offer, but never about actually saying yes or no and what the consequences would be.

"When will Kaplan and Hoying be released from solitary confinement?" I asked in a lame attempt to change the topic, but Paul didn't seem to like that.

"We'll see when tha' guy can breathe on his own again," Paul muttered and reached out to straighten his line of pens. He really seemed to have rather avoided that conversation, but there was no going back.

Last week Mitch had finally told Scott and Avi who had raped him and it hadn't even taken long for them to beat that guy to a pulp. Well, he had gotten hospitalized and both men were sitting isolated until that guy would get better. Needless to say, Mitch was bored out of his mind and spent more and more time with Tim and Austin than strictly necessary.

"With all due respect, he had it coming," I tried without looking up from the forms, knowing I was right and the smirk on my face was one of triumph. It had only been a matter of time until Avi and Scott would've found out who had raped Mitch by themselves, but when I looked up at Paul the smirk fell right off my face.

"He might've been a bastard," Mr. Paul started even slower than usual, but in a tone that held no room for arguments and with a grave expression on his face. "But every last piece of shit, even the dirtiest scumbag, deserves a fair process."

For a moment, nothing happened until I put the pencil down, closed the file and slid it across the desk to the man on the other side. I could feel his mismatched eyes on me as I stood up and went to the door, but his voice once again stopped me.

"Gale's still waiting for an answer," the man said, pure boredom in his speech as he leaned further in his chair and put his legs back on the desk. I watched him and didn't even think about my answer, but he wanted one and I only acted on instinct.

"Tell him, yes, but only on one condition: I want him to do the same for Adam Rupp," and with that, I left the room and walked back to my cell, hoping it was still empty so that Adam and I could continue our precious actions.

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