That kiss that the other man blew made him scoff. "Oh lookie that. Pretty boy is blowing me kisses. He must be a fuckin' queer." He said it loud enough that everyone in the room would hear it as he was being dragged away, not trying to get away from the man, but not making it easy for him either.
Once they reached the door to the hallway, however, James turned around and started walking, trying to shrug the other man off but to no avail. His lip was busted, he was going to have a black eye, and now he'd have to spend the night in solitary, and without any dinner on top of that. But fuck it. At least he'd fucked up that pretty boy's face.
Speaking of which, James glanced back over his shoulder to see the other man being paraded down toward confinement by an orderly too. That made him grin. Looked like he was going to have a next door neighbor to keep him company.