Ettore always got his ‘treat’ few extra pills from Dibs as he gave her cups away in the lab. With her eyes looking into it as if inspecting his performance. Like he didn’t always do it the same way.

Then few pills were handed to him. He never swallowed them. It was not what he wanted, what he ‘needed’. Those pills got you. And with time it was obvious between the crew members that you were trading.

Pills hid under your tongues and then took out and hidden in your pocket as soon as you were out of the lab.

It was almost like a tradition for you both.

And you couldn’t really complain

His footsteps got louder as you laid on your top bunk in cell. You haven’t even turned your head fully around to look at him before he was already leaning against your bunk looking at you with his usual calm yet predatory gaze.

“Here doll… your treat” and two, circular, white pills were placed on your duvet.