It'd been just over two days since the last time he'd been around Parker for more than simply crossing paths (and even that had been kept to as minimal a number as possible.) That wasn't to say he hadn't been thinking of him since the other night. On the contrary; Parker had been taking over most of his thoughts since leaving his side.
He had to come up with a plan to keep him out of trouble, had to lie to everyone about where he'd gotten hurt and still had to go back to his own cell at night to lie awake instead of curling up against the blond and finding comfort in the idea of sleeping rather than fearing what nightmares would have caught up with him after such a thing had happened. That scene was something he wanted to push from his mind. That wasn't Parker -- he had no reason to remember it. Deciding that it was best to try to get over it; to shake himself of the fear and return to the one that, despite the incident, had been the one he'd found the most comfort with, Carl made the short walk to Parker's cell in the middle of the night.
His hand brushed along the wall, just barely making contact as he counted the number of cells in the darkness to make sure he'd found the right one. He didn't hesitate once reaching the bed, wasting no time as he settled beside the blond and slid his arms around him tightly - the slightest tremor being deterred by the secure hold.
"I don't blame you..."
