Taylor's eyes stopped for a moment at the paper that the other left on the bed - there was his picture from the trial with a huge title over it, saying 'Justice!!!', obviously the article being about how he got what he deserved. He swallowed hard, feeling how his heart stopped for a moment, though he wasn't sure why - was it because he was upset with the injustice or was it because he freaked out that his cellmate knew his name and why he was here? Or both? It was hard to tell...<br/><br/>His fingers clenched onto the folded blanket and the clothes that he was holding as the man spoke, hitting a rather painful nerve inside his chest - his boyfriend leaving him... well, everyone leaving him actually. And he knew that he shouldn't have been surprised about the dirty talk and the hints and all that, but it did make him feel rather uncomfortable that the other man could have even thought that there could have been a possibility to like the search. And he did step backwards as the other stepped forward, his back soon pressing against the cool bars. "It's... none of your business." He tried to snap back at the 'had boyfriend' bit, but it didn't really work as his voice choked and it ended up almost whiny.<br/><br/>He winced as the other said that they had something in common, thinking that maybe his cellmate was in for murder as well, which would have freaked him out even more. And when that hand reached out towards his face he pulled his head quickly, ending up hitting it in the bars, a dull<em>ding</em>coming from the impact. He tensed up as he was touched, frowning at the other's laughter. "I'm not..." He protested to being called skittish, though it was kind of obvious. He had been a good boy, coming from a good boy, having always been surrounded by sweet good people, living in a good neighborhood, studying at a good college... How would he be skittish when he was locked in a prison full of crazy murderers and guards that hated him???<br/><br/>He sighed relieved when the man pulled away, leaving Taylor staring at him with flushed face. He knew that rape was quite common in prison, but he really didn't want this to happen to him... and being told that it would... well, it was a hard blow. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the other's words that he liked being on top, hoping that it didn't mean that he was going to rape him right away. He waited for Terrence to climb on his bed before he dared to step closer to it, leaving his belongings on the mattress, before laying down facing the wall, one arm under his head.<br/><br/><em>'My hair is still wet...'</em>He thought to himself as if it mattered... Maybe he was going to be lucky if he ended up getting pneumonia and dying... He was breathing heavily obviously not being able to control his nerves. He didn't even bother putting his stuff away in the small locker that he had. He didn't even see that there was a double locker next to the toilet seat. He was definitely going to need a while to get used to this place as it was quite shocking.<br/><br/>"If anyone touches me, I'll kill them." He said with a quiet voice, quite cold and lifeless. Who cared about the truth? Everyone thought that he was here for a murder, so he was just going to play along. After all killing a skilled and experienced detective in a fight was not something that anyone could accomplish. He was just going to make people that think he was crazy. Yeah, that was going to work! It had to! At least he tried to convince himself that he could pull off a good act...