"Sorry... was too busy owning your ass in the fight to really take a good look." Company in solitary. How quaint. Or ironic, whichever way one decided to look at it. Will chose both. It seemed his new playmate actually wanted to keep talking and it would pass the time until Will wanted him to shut up but he curious - a concerned question. Surely one of those had never come out of that man's mouth before.
An idle hand swiped at his lip and Will looked down at his skin, seeing the mark of red. Will shrugged to himself. "I've had worse." Needles, whips, vices, gags, thumbscrews. You name it he'd had it. As a kid he would have killed for a punch in the face as a punishment. He really wasn't fussed. "Like I said. Don't lose sleep."