Brock sighed and let his head fall forward against the cell bars. He didn't need to be here. In fact, he wasn't even allowed. No one was allowed to come down here. They were supposed to keep him alone and isolated, without anyone to talk with or see him, or acknowledge his existence in any way. They were supposed to leave him all alone until it broke every piece of his will.
"Would you stop fuckin shouting?!? He could never tell with this guy what would set him off. At this point, he was even more unpredictable than himself and that was not easy.
"I brought you something to eat and drink," Brock said in a softer voice as he crouched down to slide it through the small opening at the bottom of the door. It was, in fact, his own portion for lunch and it was still warm. Nothing fancy but it was food and it was warm.
He knew Zola had a plan regarding "the Asset" but it wasn't 100% ready yet, and Brock couldn't fuckin get this guy out of his head, ever since he saw him in Zola's lab, not too long ago.
"Would you prefer it if you died in the fuckin snow? Want me to open that door for ya' and run off into the dead of winter without shoes on?" he hissed through the bars at the constant hostility he got from this man.