You're already sat when he walks in, hands still cuffed together as he takes a seat across from you. He refuses to make eye-contact, staring at anything else but you. The glass wall separates you two, leaving you unable to reach out for him.

He stays silent, simply waiting for you to fill the uncomfortable silence. Jake shifts in his chair, eventually raising his eyes to finally look at you. He's changed from the last time you saw him. A scar running across his lip, eyes narrower and colder.