Leonard didn't know how long it had been since he drifted off. All he knew was the ache in his back, the soreness of his bruised wrists, and the utter hole he felt inside.

Even the warm body curled around him was a belated realization, but when it came, it was met with a sinking feeling of horror in his stomach. What had he done? He'd been nothing more than some moaning prison slut, how did he do that to him, why did he let him? He felt disgusting as he carefully dislodged himself from Garrett, covered in dried sweat and come.

As quickly as he could and completely silent, he dressed, first pants and then because it was closer than the one he came in, the discarded t-shirt. For a long moment he stared at Garrett's sleeping body with a mixture of anger and despair churning inside of him, eyes drifting until they fell upon something shiny hanging around his neck.

It was completely thoughtless and on pure instinct how he lifted it from Garrett's body. After that, it was time to go. Somehow he nearly forgot his own shirt and coat, barely managing to think of them and snatch them up as he made a swift exit.