Could be Awkward

Wyatt glanced up as Sam entered the room, and nodded slowly. "Yeah, we had a bit of an incident while you were gone, actually..." He reached over and hit a few keys on the keyboard to rewind some footage. It showed the hall, and smoke billowing out from the break room. Shortly after, several agents were running to the room, Pete with his gun drawn, and Con with a fire extinguisher. About a minute later, Pete was escorting Aaron back to his room.

Wyatt stopped the footage and pursed his lips. "The microwave blew up." As hard as he tried, he couldn't keep a lid on his humor, and he choked on a laugh before swallowing it down. "Pretty sure Pete thought it was a bomb. Even Con heard it." He cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, I think Pete didn't believe Aaron's explanation, and he locked the door to his room. So... you might wanna go have a little chatty chat with our resident non-prisoner prisoner."


Standing off to the side while the Eli and Zan continued to work, Hunter grinned then snickered at Ryan's text message. He was quick to reply.
I hope not...

He waited a few seconds.
Cuz I really wanna kiss you...

He sent it and waited another few seconds.
And... you know...
make out...

He purposely waited again.
That could be awkward if
it's totally platonic... 

"Hunt!"

He looked up quickly. "What?!"

Eli rolled his eyes. "Quit texting your girlfriend and get over here. We need another set of hands."

Hunter just grinned and tucked his phone in his pocket before going to help. "You're just jealous Ryan answers my texts faster than Scarlet answers yours."

"Ohhh... low blow, boy... low blow."

Zan chuckled as he lay on his back under the car. "You sure you two are friends?" 

Eli stuck his head down so he could see him. "Oh, best buds. Isn't it obvious? Now focus!"

Zan withheld another laugh and just kept working.


Chance tried to follow Misty's instructions in an attempt to calm his breathing and his racing pulse. Unwanted tears filled his eyes again. "I can't do this," he whimpered. "I can't take it." He drew in a ragged breath and shook his head at the offer of food or drink. He didn't want anything other than a shot to the head to end it all right here, right now. Be done for good. 

Justin saw the look in Chance's eye, and pursed his lips grimly. He caught Misty's eye and knew she was concerned. So was he. "Just relax," he directed Chance. "Lie back and try to rest." 

Chance eased over onto his side, still hugging the pillow tightly. 

Justin stood and motioned for Misty to join him a short distance away out of Chance's earshot, and kept his voice low. "He's talking to me more - that's an improvement. I've gotten a lot out of him - enough to figure out what some of his main issues are, so we can start working on them. He's still unstable though. I don't wanna increase his meds, but maybe something to at least help him sleep at night too. That might help him have a clearer head during the day. Right now I think he's sleep deprived on top of everything else because he won't let himself rest."