[He doesn't know if he should be relieved or not when Peter goes, but he's pacing again when the teen comes back, and his glare is immedate and telling - you shouldn't be here, you should be with her - but he takes the blankets, and the bottles. And he jerks his head up once in a sharp nod.]
All I want, [he managed to grind out, because what he wanted was to yell and scream,] is her looked after.
[He leans into the bars, keeping his voice low through some miracle, because he knows that Ivy is freezing her ass off a cell away.] Please.
[Spam]
All I want, [he managed to grind out, because what he wanted was to yell and scream,] is her looked after.
[He leans into the bars, keeping his voice low through some miracle, because he knows that Ivy is freezing her ass off a cell away.] Please.