Matt lays on a cott, grumbling as he picked the dead skin from under his scales, in order to pass the time, having already read through all of the prison magazines and outdated newspapers. As he picked out the last bit of skin, he huffs, knowing that his only other source of entertainment was over. Matt sighs and moved his arm under his head for support, soon tiredness began to slowly crawl onto his eyelids, and deciding that it was basically the only thing left to do, Matt decided to take a nap, that was until he heard the door at the end of the hall open, and footsteps get closer to his cell. Matt grumbled again as he opened his eyes to see whoever was wanting to talk to him, that's when he saw someone very familiar "Blake?" Matt said sitting up a little "Ohh, Sweetcheeks!" Matt then got up, running to the bars of his cell, he then put his arms in between them, trying to hug Blake as best he could "Oh babe, I'm... I'm sorry you have to see me like this" Matt said with another sigh as he moves his hands under Blake's butt, holding him to the bars "But I'll be out, we just have to wait, I gotta be good and wait, then I'll be out and right back with you baby" Matt gave Blake a reassuring squeeze on his rear