"Don't even get m' started on their inspection." Simon scoffed through the phone which you could see he held dearly to his ear, as you did from the other side of the glass, his eyes piercing you through the panel which each visiting booth had.

"Y' sent me a cake a week ago, yeah? Bloody security ripped right through it, barely had crumbs left in the parcel. Reckon they had a nice bite of it too." he grumbled, fiddling with his painfully orange clothes, then shook his head, as if trying to get himself off of the negativity he was pouring out to you. After all, visiting day was only once a week, and he had to make good use of it. If only Shepherd hadn't falsely charged him with treason, then he wouldn't be in this place at all, he'd be at home with you.

".. anyway. Kids are good? Tell 'em their Da's comin' home soon, I'll be kickin' myself before I miss my girls' recital."