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"Not if I take you apart first, and make sure everyone's watching." Adam's voice was course sandpaper, but didn't phase Jack. The threat hit him with a timid thud. Adam had such a rugged and sharp face, and yet possessed uncertain lost eyes peering down at him with rage. He's ruining Jack's favorite shirt; loosening stitches and wrinkling the fabric with his white knuckled hand.

Jack was snapped out of his trance as Adam anxiously flung himself back, desperate to create distance between himself and Jacks poorly postured body. Jack eyed the man unsure of why the bizarre shift in mood, or any of his emotions to be fair. Signs of fear- no, confusion- perhaps a mixture of the two were spotted by the young psychopath. Adam was scared not of Jack, but of what Jack was making him feel. He smiled to himself, pleased with the rewarding whispers.

Smiles vanished as the voice of the guard that seemed to be quite acquainted with Adam. Shocking. Judging by the gesture of hair fixing and unusual breathing Adam was subconsciously showing signs of nervousness. Jack made the connection between the two men- it was his last name- no one used Jack's last name... Adam's claims of innocence brought Jack back again once more. His lips twitched as the young guy struggled to old back a grin. Locking eyes with the guard Jack licked his lips and spoke, "Mr. Faulkner threatened my life," a silent sigh, "This behavior is triggering to unstable patients, but by all means if you trust Adam's unpredictable rage I'll spare you the whining guard." Jack's face was blank like a mask, unreadable. His mind humming with conflicting thoughts.