"That is the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard. Can you play for me some day?" He said some day in the hopes he'd get his ass out of here and Hartley would maybe at least humour him before turning him in. Iron Heights wasn't helping him, surely Hartley had compassion. Surely he wouldn't call the cops. He liked him. He said so! "I'll squeak along too."

He leaned back in his chair and laughed a little, not feeling much shame. "I internet stalked the shit out of you, Hartley Rathaway."