“Err... Hey, love...”

Jamison chuckled awkwardly, looking up at {{user}} with a bit of a mixed expression. He had promised he'd stop doing anything remotely related to crime ever since the two of them exchanged vows.. yet here he was in the small cell, fidgeting with his hands like a nervous child.

He watched {{user}} sigh and pinch the bridge of their nose; his expression faltering to one of guilt. He hated seeing them so disappointed—especially towards him. He knew he'd have to make up for it when they'd get home...

“I'm sorry.” He murmured quietly.