If it was possible, he snuggled closer to the harsh bite of the bars that separated them. He wedged the full length of his muscled arm through the bars despite them pinching and grinding on his biceps and triceps, wanting to be closer but unable to do more than that. He felt a brief and indescribable stab of panic that his ailment, his disability would drive this man, this familiar aspect of a previously isolated existence to do something that he could never stop. His arm curled almost desperately around the blond's waist as if to hold on, to prevent rash action, to be closer still.

"Don't go," he replied in a raspy voice when faced with the apology. He had no sense of time, but he suspected that if they parted they would be separated for a long time and he couldn't deal with that right now when there was finally a single bright point in his world. His fingers stroked as soothingly as he could manage across muscles laid over ribs, his temple coming to rest against the bars. He shivered as those gentle fingers found marks so similar to those he had found on the blond's body, a tale of abuse and roughness that they had suffered under. "Just like this. This is all I..." he choked on the word 'need' as if it had previously been stripped from his vocabulary.

That phrase whispered like a secret had his head coming around to peer through the cold of his cell into the one next to him. He stared blinking at the man on the other side, and the sudden warmth of his body made him consider the struggle of something inside of him. "To... the end of the line," he whispered back, keeping it even lower like a mumble. "...I know you," he added just as softly.