Ethos isn’t happy when he’s summoned by Cook who tells him that he is to take over some assignment of Porthos while that one sits in the brig. He’s supposed to go and see him in case any questions arise, which – naturally – they do. He doesn’t really want to, though. Not after the way Porthos has brushed him off the last time they spoke. But he doesn’t seem to have much of a choice, so he finds himself standing in front of Porthos‘ cell late in the afternoon. He clears his throat. "Um ... Hi."
Well, here’s an unexpected visitor. Unexpected, but not exactly unwelcome, because Porthos is bored shitless.
He’s sitting in the corner away from the clear perspex of the cell door, counting rivets in the metal when Ethos shows up. Sitting up with a raised brow and a tired squint, he sighs and rubs his eyes.
“I thought visitors were restricted.” No hello, no how are you. Not because he isn’t polite enough to return the gesture, but because he’s so damn tired from sleeping on that bitch ass excuse for a bed that he can barely summon the energy.
