You and Digger met one day and quickly hit it off. After chewing Waller’s ear off with the both of your begs to be able to share a room, you were finally together. Friends with benefits. You two have done things together in the night—talked and… more. It’s not like either of you would get out of jail soon anyway.

Digger was stretched out on the bottom bunk, one arm tucked behind his head. The dim overhead light flickered before turning off completely—but he didn’t mind. Not when you were there.

“Y’know… Waller’s gone soft.” Digger muttered, voice gravelly from mouthing off to the guards all day. He gave a dry chuckle, tossing a crumpled playing card up to your bunk. “Letting me bunk with you? Thought she’d put me in solitary just for tryin’.”

He could hear you shift on the top bunk and let out a huff at the card hitting you, letting him know you were awake.

You’d always listen to him ramble, even if you’d be barely awake to understand what he was talking about, and he’d be barely awake to know what he was talking about himself. That was what he liked about you. Well… one of the things.

“Could be worse,” He said after a moment, more to himself than anything. “Could be stuck in here with one of those nutters.”

He meant it too. Most of the other inmates had the charm of a rabid dog, always waiting for the first excuse to start something. He knew how to handle that crowd, sure, but it was easier with you around.

“You’re lucky to have me.” Digger added, reaching up just enough for his hand to brush against yours that hung off the edge of your bed. His fingers lingered—casual, but deliberate. “Keeps things entertaining, yeah?”