Lucius wanted to take Cyril in his arms but he couldn't. He hated living this way, and dragging the man he loved into it as well. But it wouldn't be forever, and it couldn't be helped.
"I'm fine. Just worried sick about you, Cyril. When will you be out?" He couldn't even think about the fact that if it weren't for him, Cyril wouldn't have been hurt at all.