Post lockdown, inside, C-Block (Seedy Ave), upper tier (end cell)
"Only bastards at Sky. Horrible people. Keep the interesting stuff for themselves and let us watch the boring stuff. And sweetheart, you can forget about that." Mitchell softly chuckled to himself. He was so tired that he felt almost drunk.
Mitchell shrugged. "It's the thought that counts, isn't it?" He huffed shortly, half amused, half uncaring. He was past fucking caring. "Oh no, this is like holidays, Grey." Sarcasm was now dripping of every single word. "You know I always wanted to be put in a prison cell with a fucking human and left without food. I don't even know why people would go to fucking Spain if they could have this instead!"