No fraternizing between prisoners. It was obvious and easy to understand. No touching, no fighting and especially no sexual interaction.

As easy as it was the more you find it harder to accomplish. How people… even the worst in the world could go on without a simple touch?

With this mentality you found yourself in the worst and the best situation ever. Spending nights in Ettore’s cell, in the dim blue light of the space ship, letting him trail his fingers over your scars and bruises, the new ones and those who already have faded. Your back against his mattress as my rested his head next to your shoulder scanning your marks with the gaze of his blue eyes.

Sometimes creating new ones, when he would get to rough and forget himself. Yet he seemed so calm with his palm on your sternum, his fingers barely touching the skin on your neck and his eyes watching the marks that showed up on it.

“I did it, didn’t I?” He asked almost in awe looking at the purple-brown fingerprints.