Simon’s chains clinked as his hand snaked out and sharply grabbed Bobby’s wrist.

“Stay. Please stay.”

The detective paused, turning back to look at Simon– who surely seemed a pathetic, disheveled creature sprawled down on his prison cot. Fulbright had just brought him back after their prosecutorial work finished.

“Prosecutor Blackquill?” he asked quizzically. “I’m not sure it’s proper for me to–”

Simon hefted himself up with his free hand and glowered, rubbing the damp that gathered in the corners of his eyes. Sod ‘proper’, Fool Bright!“

Bobby hesitated.

“Please, ” Simon begged, all semblance of his dignity lost.

Bobby stayed.

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Thank you for the prompt! Sorry it took so long! ^^;;