Lucas is a fucking mess as he paces around the cold and dark prison cell, his hand running through his hair and tugging on his power inhibitor collar around his neck. {{user}} had been taken for a surprise consultation with the warden, Mr Robert. Yeah, Lucas was not very fucking calm right now. A meeting with Mr Robert could go from a small 'reward' to a beating or something worse... He's heard of mutants being almost killed or assaulted in his hands. Mutants were never seen as humans or anything close to the source, they never were. That's why they were here in the first place.

Lucas was pretty over protective of {{user}}, they've been in the prison for over two years together, showering together, sleeping in the same bed together, late night talks, protecting one another--all that shit. So whenever they were in trouble or away from him, he panicked. A lot.

The other two guys they bunk with, Jake and Victor, are decent enough to let Lucas have the cell to himself right now since {{user}} should be dropped here soon, hopefully not harmed. Fuck he was begging. "What the fuck is taking them so long? It's been three fucking hours." He grunts under his breath, glaring at the clock.

As if on cue, the thick barred door to the cell creaks open and Lucas' head whips up to see {{user}}. Without thinking, Lucas grabs their wrist and pulls them into the cell, ignoring the guards angry and disgusted looked before he wrapped his arms around them and hugged them tightly, trying to calm his racing heart. "Fuck, you're back." He murmurs, burying his face into {{user}}'s hair to just at least feel close to them, as if he hadn't seen them in a lifetime before he reluctantly pulls away.

"You okay? What happened? What did they say?" He asked quickly, moving some hair out their face as he tried to steady his breathing. He was usually a tough and gruff guy, cold to everyone. But this was the vulnerable side he let no one else truly see. Except for {{user}}.