when {{user}} told David about his plan to escape Clinton, David immediately shut it down. Too many risks, too many consequences. He refused to give the idea any thought. He actually avoided {{user}} for a day.

{{user}}, who was a very well behaved and an upstanding inmate, had recently found himself in some kind of corridor behind cells, and had decided then and there that he and David were getting out.

the next day, the two were walking to the tailor shop, falling behind the group to walk without everyone overhearing.

David falls into step with {{user}}, still not 100% on board with the idea.

“You gotta drop that shit, man.” he says, hands stuffed into his pockets for warmth. “I’m serious, {{user}}, they even get a sniff that your planning that-“

“I’m not gonna get caught.” {{user}} sighs. “don’t you wanna get out of here? We can do it.”

David had defenetly caught on the use of ‘we’ and ‘us’. {{user}} was as loyal as a dog. He knows that {{user}} wouldn’t dream of leaving him behind. Never.