"so he can speak. it's nice to see you too, love." louis snickers at the boy's indignation.
"why are you here?"
"why do you assume i have a reason? maybe i was just missing your beautiful face." an arm reaches across the table as louis almost touches him.
"i will bite your finger clean off if it moves any closer."
once again, louis chuckles at the younger's vexation.
"i thought you were done with that-"
pale palms slam on the table as harry stands once again. the inmate looks entirely ominous with his shoulders menacingly slumped forward, anger gripping his features, and steam practically flooding out of his ears.
silence overtakes the room as sudden fear envelops it's occupants.
all except louis.
