There it is, the question Bishop was hoping wouldn’t come, but the one he knew would eventually be asked. He had been going over that morning over and over in his mind since the day they were arrested, trying to find any sign, any clue that might absolve Teagan of any guilt and prove her innocence in this. Each time though his mind zeroes in on one aspect of the morning, the time in which she spent in the trailer’s cramped bathroom. He had been occupied with his own preparations for the day, but there was a redflag in his mind that came up whenever he realized she had been alone and could have very easily contacted someone. With the chess game forgotten, Bishop scrubs a hand over his face, sighing heavily before opening his eyes to meet Rodeo’s gaze.
“I’d like to tell you she was by my side all morning, that I know everything she did,” Bishop begins, his voice hollow. “But that ain’t true. She locked herself up in the bathroom for a good handful of minutes, I had to holler at her that we needed to get going.” This is said on a sigh, like he hated the fact he was admitting this at all. “Fuck, I just keep looking for something that proves this ain’t true, but reality don’t lie…” With that his gaze shifts over to where Sonny’s made himself at home a couple tables over. “And I can’t figure out what the Capitol would stand to gain in framing her.”