And just like that, the moment turns. Holloway makes a gesture that would have been childish except for for the utter sincerity in his eyes, and Sharkface doesn't follow it up with violence. He just stares.
What the fuck.
He sits there for a while, turning that over in his head. Wondering what the fuck he's supposed to do with this man now. Kill him, beat him unconscious, do nothing at all. Eventually Sharkface twitches, shaking himself, and then reaches under the mattress to remove the scraps of paper and single pen that the guards have allowed him to keep. There's nothing to do around here but fight or plot about fighting, except in the moments when his head refuses to fall into the violence, and that's when he draws.
Sharkface bows his head down and begins to sketch.
no subject
What the fuck.
He sits there for a while, turning that over in his head. Wondering what the fuck he's supposed to do with this man now. Kill him, beat him unconscious, do nothing at all. Eventually Sharkface twitches, shaking himself, and then reaches under the mattress to remove the scraps of paper and single pen that the guards have allowed him to keep. There's nothing to do around here but fight or plot about fighting, except in the moments when his head refuses to fall into the violence, and that's when he draws.
Sharkface bows his head down and begins to sketch.