This whole being second in command business has always made his stomach urn, and Sarge likes to joke about how Rodeo is using it as an extra incentive for him to make sure that he protects his best friend at all times. Because he has no desire whatsoever to be the one in charge, even this short period while Rodeo is kept in solitary is reason enough for anxiety attacks of epic proportions and how the hell he kept it together is beyond him. Maybe it's all the heads he still plans on beating in that keep him sane, at least it's something to look forward to in this shithole, better than the absolutely nothing he would be left with if he decided to give up violence.
The thought makes him snort it is so ridiculous. That's like Rodeo proclaiming he has chosen a life of celibacy, or Bishop trading explosives and moonshine for crocheting. Before he can try to imagine the Hellhound officers sitting together to compare their needlepoint skills a movement by the doors catches his eye and when he sees the sunlight hit an all too familiar head of blond hair he feels relief wash over him. Because Rodeo is out of solitary and that means no more fear of someone bribing the right CO for a private audience, and because he doesn't have to worry about calling any shots anymore, which is of course an entirely selfish thought but he can't help it. "Would you look at that. Shoulda rolled out the red carpet after all," he mutters and finds a cigarette in his pocket, ready to be handed over along with a scratched Bic lighter with a faded pinup girl he took off a guy two days ago.
Rodeo's smack in the head is greeted with a hearty punch to the shoulder because hugs just won't happen, and Sarge smirks, squinting against the bright light. "Welcome back your royal Kingness." He keeps an eye on the yard, where two guys have started shoving each other around over what he is fairly sure is an old Oreo, and holds out the cigarette and lighter to his brother without comment. "Good to see special treatment ain't done fuck up your head, out five seconds n' already insulting us. Charmin' as ever."