“And a candle.”
“What?” Thomas spun to face the table.
“Got you.” Scott snorted, taking a seat.
“Arsehole,” Thomas muttered beneath his breath as he went to microwave their meal. “Will you need help eating?”
Scott frowned. “Help?”
“I imagine your right hand is pretty tired.”
“Luckily for me, I’m ambidextrous.” He held up his hands. “Double the fun.”
“You won’t be saying that when you have arthritis in both wrists in your forties.”
“That’s a future me problem.”
Thomas microwaved the box, gave it a stir, then returned it to the microwave. He used the oven gloves to bring it to the table, then shared it equally between them.
“Thank you,” Scott whispered.
They ate in silence. The comfortable kind. At Brixton, they got their meals from the canteen and returned to their cells to eat them on their laps side by side. There were tables on the wing, and a few times a week, they’d sit with others, but mostly it had been just them.
Thomas finished first and dabbed his mouth on a napkin.
“I have some thoughts I’d like to share.”
Scott widened his eyes, glancing down at the dish. “I’d say it’s one of the best things I’ve had in my mouth, but let’s hear your opinion.”
“I didn’t mean about the meal.” Thomas pulled out the chair beside him and picked a tablet and a pair of glasses from the seat. He pushed his plate away, placed the tablet in front of him and slipped on the glasses.
“You wear glasses?”
“Reading ones, yes.”
Scott frowned. “You only have one working eye.”
Thomas blinked. “Are you saying I shouldn’t be able to wear glasses?”
“Not at all, but I think you’d look badass with a monocle.”
Thomas nodded. “That’s something to think about, now…my thoughts.”
He peered over the top of his glasses, waiting for Scott.
“Please share,” Scott said, then he shoved a forkful of twirled-up spaghetti into his mouth.
“Number one. When you groan, you sound like a dying animal.”
Scott spluttered spaghetti onto his plate. He heaved and banged his fist to his chest to fully clear his airway. “Wait. What?”
“Number two. The camera is too shaky. You’re moving it around too much and too fast. I had to take some paracetamol and lie down in a dark room after watching your third video.”
“You’ve been watching my videos?”
“Of course, I’m bored and have nothing to do.”
“You freaked out when you saw my erection.”
