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Jack had his eyes closed and the back of his head resting against the wall. Try as he might, he just couldn't sleep. Not while he was stuck in a cell with a man who had tried to kill him only months ago.
He cracked an eye.
Arin was slumped against the opposite wall with his legs stretched out in front of himself, seemingly asleep. At least, that's what you would think if you didn't notice that his breathing was much too rapid. “So,” Jack said. “You can't get any rest either.”
“Not while you're here.”
A grin blossomed on Jack's face, and his head drooped as he chuckled. “It's almost poetic,” he said. “Two men who both want the same thing, and neither one of them can have it because they just won't trust each other.”
Arin grunted and raised his head just long enough to fix tired eye
