I was more difficult to hug Jamie this time, with the manacles, but Thomas managed it. He clung for just a second before finally letting go. If he was honest, he was on the verge of tears, as he always was when Jamie visited. He managed to choke them down, however.
Stubbing out his cigarette, Thomas offered Jamie a tired smile. "I'm okay," he emphasized because of his black eye. "Some people don't like me, but it'll heal." To the guard he said, "are you sure you can't take these off?" No answer. "I wasn't even fighting!" The rest of his protests died in this throat though, lest the guard send Jamie away. He'd just gotten there!