Till Time Tells

3.5

The two sat in silence, Apollo eyes looking at the paper, he was trying to go home early. How lame is that? He was so embarrassed he was trying to avoid Quinten. He didn't know what came over himself, it was like his mind would keep reverting back to the same thing- or the same person he should probably say. He felt sick- so here he was reading the file in front of him trying to stay as professional as he could. He was almost done with the day. Almost. No matter how much liquor he consumed his mind wouldn't forget the dirty thoughts he had- he even called over his sneaky link to take his mind off things. That worked momentarily. So not only embarrassed he had a headache- a pounding one. The day at work only made it worse- people yelling and banging stuff against the metal doors. 

    Apollo  had to be here earlier than normal for breakfast duty- the cafeteria was always loud. Way too loud for him.  He wanted to go home and go to sleep- but yet he couldn't allow Karlee to take over his patients and hers too. The girl was an airhead, proved they gave degrees to anyone.  "So um Mr. Drayton— if you weren't in prison, if you never met Lucious? What would you want to do?"

"Dunno- in prison- know Lucious" Quinten mumbled his eyes stayed on the man who never looked up.

"Well- hypothetically speaking"

"Don't know"

"Is there anything you like to do? Any hobbies"

"No"

"No? I mean I just-

"You no look at me" Quinten pointed out and Apollos eyes slowly met the man's, they kept the eye contact for a few seconds then Apollo cleared his throat and looked back down. "Mad at me?"

"No- Mr.Drayton you didn't do anything wrong" Apollo responded softly. He let out a small sigh and his eyes glanced at the clock. "Why do you care if someone is mad at you? I mean surly you have made people mad before"

"Yeah- don't end well.. got to know what coming"

"Who's the last person you made mad?"

"No" Quinten only responded and Apollos eyes glanced over at Quinten who was already staring at him. "You no listen- you let mark you"

"Mr. Dayton-

"Yesterday I Quinn- today I Mr. Drayton... sound mad" Quinten pointed out and Apollo sighed. He chewed his inner cheek then shook his head.

"I'm sorry Quinten- I just have a headache that is all. Which isn't fair to you that I can't do my job due to my own personal reasons so for that I am sorry"Apollo apologized as the guilt was beginning to pool in his mind. The way Quinten's eyes looked to find whatever he could've did wrong made Apollo feel guilty. He did nothing wrong- in fact it was all Apollo and his horny mind. He figured in a few days it would go away- normally that would be okay but due to Quinten being in the box he would see him the next few days.

"Not mad" Quinten shrugged. "You got head ache cause you fucking wrong nigga" he smirked and Apollo just took a deep breath.

"Quinten- as I was saying before. I'm wondering what you have to look forward to you when you get out. Many people forget that their life doesn't stop when they go to prison. You can be using this time to learn skills that will help you later"

"Not getting out no time soon" Quinten just shrugged.

"Pretend for me yeah?"

"Maybe tattoo.. I draw on paper.. I can draw on skin"

"Oh! Wow I actually didn't expect you to say that"

"Bad answer?"

"No! I mean if you want to do that- it's very possible. I don't know the schooling or anything involved but I'm sure you can find a book on it. Is there anyone who made you want to become that?"