Bird Watching

Bird watching, his ass was saved by a fucking book about birds.

Michael was sure as he looked up towards the barrel of the gun that the uptight guard had his own personal accusations to what may have been going on. Tightly closing his eyes, he willed away the forming tears remembering the age old and strongly stereotypical comment about how grown men don't cry; nor do they wish to feel their lips crashing together within a heated passion whilst offering every ounce of their being towards the singular man who saved him.

Listening to Whisters broken pleas, catching the slight break in his tone, Scofield inwardly shook his head forcing his thoughts to focus on Sara. She'd still be waiting for him.