[ He takes a spoonful of the ramen, humming at the warmth hitting his throat. The fingers in his hair feel nice, but it's so untamed it can't be a joyful endeavor. ]

I don't know that I slept more than a few hours all week. [ He goes silent, contemplating whether he should tell her of what he experienced. ]

But I wasn't completely alone. There was someone else in the cell next to mine.