It didn't matter to the bruises that he would create with the force that he pressed himself closer to the bars because he was aware that it was a reciprocated action. They were kept apart only marginally, unable to curl together to share proper warmth and perhaps to chase away the cold of the aching emptiness that had bored a hole into his mind. He didn't remember, but this man next to him pressing hard into the bars was familiar in a way that nothing else in this environment ever was. His right side was warming though they had so little skin-to-skin contact, but it was enough to chase some of the cold away.

He watched and stiffened at the eyes that stared back at him from between the black bars. They were very blue, but there was a void there that looked as if it might be reflected in his own eyes. They were being taken apart in piece, bit-by-bit stolen from them until there would be nothing left, maybe not even aware of this familiarity? He railed against that as he had never fought physically against the restraints, though he had struggled. He couldn't lose that sensation, not after he had just grasped onto it.

He pressed his forehead forward, resting it between two of the bars and peering the short distance into the other man's handsome face. His fingers stroked gently up that broad bare back as his expression softened. "We're... together," he whispered softly, his tone evening as he relished the thought. "You're... like me being pulled apart, having things taken away... I can see it in your eyes." It was vast and gaping, but there was something dark that lurked there, something powerful that may be unleashed not on him but everything else.

"...can you bend the bars?"