With a raised brow, Sylas watched Barney slip back into his book. He lingered for a moment, looking out at the yard once more. Finally, the sun was making his eyes ache. Patting Barney's shoulder as he stood, Sylas scuffled indoors and retreated to the shade. He rubbed his eyes and groaned as he reached his block, collapsing on his stiff bed. His body became heavy and sank into the mattress, Barney's bandages had helped ease the pain but there was still a constant dull ache.<br/>"Thought I'd find you here," Sylas looked up to see his social worker at the foot of his bed. "I was in a meeting earlier, heard you got in another fight."<br/>"It was nothing," he mumbled, sitting upright.<br/>"This is the second time this month, Sylas, if you're not careful we'll have no choice but to prescribe medication to deal with your anger," the social worked spoke sternly yet warmly, having been working with Sylas since he was a little boy.<br/>The inmate shrugged.<br/>Shortly the dinner bell rang, Sylas stood to leave but was blocked. "Since this morning's incident, I think it's best you eat far from anyone who can antagonize you for a while," the social worker said calmly. Sylas groaned as he followed him to the detention room. A tray was waiting for him on the table. Grunting he sat, they left the door open to give him a sense of freedom but all it did was allow the younger boys to peer in and gossip as the passed.