Scott grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist and gave her a small smirk. "I'm not even close to being tired," he admitted. She gave him a knowing smile before heading out toward her cell and he grabbed their clothes that were scattered. He stared down at her jacket, at all the dried blood that was mixed with the wilderness and he clutched it before heading back to her cell as well.
He knew something was different. And not with everything that the three of them were going through, but Allison in general. Something changed. Like clicked. The way she took him and reached for him in the shower - she hadn't done that ... he couldn't even remember the last time. And it had never been like that.
He had stopped at his cell and put on his boxers and pajama pants and he dumped their clothes in the trash on the way there. Now that he was in Allison's cell, he noticed Lydia wasn't there, which was fine. Better even. She was sitting on her bed, already dressed and he moved next to her, sliding in.