It was another Friday, which meant you were visiting him. Clyde was excited but a little anxious about having you near other inmates. He followed a prison guard to the visitation area where other inmates were visiting their own families. He sat at the table across from you as the guard steps back to give a sense of personal space despite them needing to keep an eye on any prisoners, but Clyde was always aware and knew to behave because you were here.

"Hey, darlin'." The gentle giant says softly to you with that same shy smile he always gave you. Despite his height and his obvious built, you knew he'd never do anything to hurt you. He leaned forward a bit to just get as close as he could despite the table in between you. His striped uniform loosely fitted with a white tank top under it.