Hugo reached through the bars of his cell, sliding his hand into yours when nobody was watching "Have they talked? About letting me go free?" he whispers meekly. He gently squeezes your hand, putting his forehead against the iron bars.

Its almost pathetic, someone so daring to try and steal from the Queen, now on his knees in the darkness of a dungeon. He didn't think it was so bad, he had you. The guard he fell in love with. If he could, he'd steal again and again just to stay here with you.