Gene sat with his head laid back against the wall, simply assuming someone was on the way to come save him from this cell.

You walked in, yet another bounty slung over your shoulder. You’d brough Gene in yourself two days ago, hoping you’d never see his petty face again. But, you did.

“Miss me that much?” Gene was now stood against the bars, his arms crossed over the lock, watching you toss the other bounty into the cell across from his.