Who: Drake and Rorschach Mike What: A visit. Where: Jaail. When: Sometime early this week, after this. Warnings: TBD. Probably none?
Drake had intended to visit Rorschach for the past week or so, but something always seemed to pop up and distract him for a couple days before the whole process repeated itself. It was the guilt that finally caught up with him, along with the knowledge that Rorschach was wasting away in jail and likely wouldn't be getting out anytime soon, and managed to propel him into action. He couldn't do much in the legal sense and a breakout would be tricky on his own, but at the very least he could visit.
The way the guards reacted to his presence was enough to make it obvious that Rorschach--Mike--didn't have many visitors, but Drake met their curious gazes with cold indifference and followed in silence as they led the way to where he was being held. He'd had to remind himself multiple times on the drive over that he couldn't call him anything other than Mike, since even one slip of the tongue could completely screw him over.
Drake glanced at the accompanying guard, who gave him distance without actually leaving him alone. He rolled his eyes and turned away, approaching Rorschach's cell with slow steps that still echoed off the walls. "Mike?"