The guard looked annoyed, until he spotted Elijah right behind Will, and his expression lightened. “Sure, new guy,” the guard said, digging around in his pockets and fishing out his lighter so he could hand it over. “Looking rough, Eli.”
Elijah would have rolled his eyes if it wouldn’t have hurt. Instead he just half nodded, “feeling rough, John. This is my new cellmate, Will. Will, John.”