Jonathan had told him to stay away. He's crazy. He's unpredictable. HE'LL BURN YOUR LIFE AND EVERY PERSON IN IT LIKE A CANE FIELD IN A HIGH WIND.
Psh. Sure he would. Plus, he was pretty sure that he'd heard that last one somewhere, and not from his boyfriend.
Donald was currently sitting with his hands folded in the lobby, keeping his eyes fixed on the filthy linoleum floor below him. Ew. Someone had spit their gum out right onto the ground.
After about five minutes, he was escorted through a metal detector, frisked, and led to the visitation room. And there he sat, staring at the ceiling, ignoring the cameras around him. He had to admit--this was a pretty scary. Even though he was pretty sure he was relatively safe. Pretty sure.