'Si. Sorry caro.' He kisses him apologetically, then catches the flicking fingers and kisses the tips of them too before releasing them.

'The prison is...small. My case hasn't gone to trial yet but I'm still in maximum security, because they know there's a chance I'll get out if I'm not. Hector and I were working on it before I came here.' He barks a laugh. 'We're wrangling, at the moment, about where I'll go to prison after I cut my deal. They want to send me to Minnesota - it's fucking freezing there. I'm demanding Florida. It's a deal breaker as far as I'm concerned but the lawyer is dragging his feet.'

The laugh fades. 'My life at the moment. There, anyway. If Hector doesn't get his act together then I'll have to talk, because they're pushing for the electric chair if I don't. I think they think they've got more on me than they have - there's a lot they don't know yet.' He sighs, because this is depressing, even when it's months in the past and there's a warm bed and comfortable arms to protect him from it right now. 'But to answer your question - Los Angeles. It's warm. September. Small cell on my own, at the end of a row of other small cells. I'm one of those they know they can't trust with general population, you see?'

And they're right not to. He knows that, Random should too.