Thomas knew he was luckier than other people who couldn't defend themselves on the inside. He hadn't ever been seriously injured and no one had taken advantage of him. They knew if they did, they would end up dead, courtesy of Hermes' thugs. A black eye now and then wasn't too bad, in the grand scheme of things.
"Of course it is. I let three guys kick the crap out of me, and somehow I get part of the blame. At least I'm not in solitary." He had never had to go there, and the very thought of it terrified him. "I'm getting on. Bored of my books already and I don't get to change them until next week. How are you, Jamie?"