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Brett took a deep breath before moving the tray to hold with one hand and unlocking the door to the guest room. He had felt nervous about how it would look for him to bring the prisoner breakfast himself, but he had his excuse ready. 'There's nobody I trust more than myself to make sure he doesn't kill anyone with a plate.'

"You up?" Brett asked softly after cracking the door open slightly, making sure Eddy wasn't preparing some kind of attack before peeking inside.

Eddy was right where Brett had left him, lying on the bed still perfectly cuffed. It seemed that the prisoner didn't tamper with them; despite being so adamant about his capabilities of being able to if he so wanted.

Eddy bit his tongue to keep himself from making a snarky remark of being up since last night. Instead he simply said, " Yeah I am up"

"I brought breakfast," Brett informed him, taking a step inside and closing the door behind him. "You still like toast with butter, right?"

" If it's not laced with poison I still like it, but if it is I think I'll pass" He joked dryly although he was actually that paranoid

Brett couldn't help but smile slightly at the joke.

"I'd kill you already if I wanted you dead," Brett tried to assure him, setting the tray containing two pieces of toast and a cup of coffee.

Eddy shifted trying to get himself in a sitting up position. Which proved difficult with his hands cuffed to the headboard.

" I always thought you would be a fan of watching someone have a more torturous death"

He let a grin graze his lips before yawning.

"Do you feel tortured, though?" Brett asked, raising an eyebrow. He ignored his heart fluttering at Eddy's smile.

" Compared to other things I'd say no," Eddy tilted his head ever so slightly before readjusting himself once again.

Brett pulled the keys to the cuffs out of the pockets of his trousers.

"I thought I'd uncuff you so you can eat, but if you try anything funny I will have you sedated," Brett said calmly, expecting an affirmative answer from him.

Eddy stared at the key for a good while as he weighed his options. His face scrunched up slightly at the mention of being sedated, something he didn't like at all, " I'll be good for you then"

He bit the corner of his lip.

The cuffs came off with a click, Brett's heart skipping a beat or two because of how close Eddy was as he reached over him to unlock him. He tried not to remember his dreams, but it was almost impossible not to.

Eddy looked up at Brett with his tired eyes, waiting patiently. As soon as the cuffs came off, he was rubbing his wrists trying to sooth the rawness, " Thanks" he murmured as he watched Brett.

"I prefer my guests to be comfortable," Brett said, giving him a tiny smile. "As long as they behave."

" I'm your prisoner not your guest," Eddy corrected, his tone wasn't as sharp as it had been when it came to the first interrogation. It was only mildly defiant, " I make no promises about my behavior. I like to bite"

He giggled sleepily, now that he was done rubbing his wrists he rubbed his eyes.

"Pretty much the same thing," Brett shrugged, leaning on the window sill. He wanted to sit down next to Eddy on the bed, but knew his brain wouldn't be able to keep calm if he did. "You can bite into that toast, if you need something to keep your mouth busy."