***Trigger warning for symptoms of PTSD, survivors guilt, and mentions of sedation.***

Start the song. It's My Eyes by the Lumineers.

Lack of sleep, stress, and overall anxiety left Josh feeling pretty lousy the next day. His dad sat on the floor beside his bed, soothing Josh's hair back off of his forehead and trying to coax him out of bed. Josh's breakfast sat untouched and cold on its tray beside his dad, but Josh was too drained to do much more than tiredly watch his dad as he tried to make him feel safe again.

"What if all you have to do today is eat breakfast? Can you try that for me? I'll even feed you so you don't have to move. I won't make you get out of bed. Let's just do one thing, okay?" Hoppus tried gently.

Josh didn't even have the energy to shake his head. He just stared at the floor. Every muscle in his body ached like he'd just run a marathon, and he was so tired. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he was too afraid to even do that. Blue eyes lived behind his eyelids now, and so did the knowledge that he was the reason those eyes were smashed to pieces. He didn't know how anyone could sleep with that on their conscience.

"Would it help to see your mom today? She could even bring Jack if you want," Hoppus bargained hopefully, but Josh just blinked tiredly. Hoppus sighed, soothing his fingers through Josh's hair again. "Okay, buddy. I'll let you rest a little longer, and we can try again at lunch, okay?"

Josh closed his eyes so Hoppus wouldn't see the tears gathering inside of them. He listened to his dad gather up the tray of uneaten food and set it outside of the cell to be picked up later. He wanted more than anything to just tell his dad what was going on inside his head so his dad could help him fix it, but he didn't know how to say any of it. This was probably what Tyler had felt like before he went to the hospital as a kid. It was miserable.

Josh could only keep his eyes closed so long before another pair stared back at him through the darkness though, so his eyes opened again when Hoppus sat down in front of him again. Hoppus winced a little as he sat down, which made Josh feel even guiltier because he couldn't bring himself to move or tell Hoppus to sit in his desk chair instead. He was practically catatonic, and he couldn't help it.

The most Josh could manage was to let out a quiet exhale and to restrain himself from flinching when the heavy weight of a hand came to rest against his shoulder. Hoppus's blue eyes studied his carefully.

"Can you try to sleep?" Hoppus asked gently. When Josh didn't close his eyes, his dad sighed. "Josh, buddy, this is two nights without proper sleep when your body and mind need rest to heal. The warden said if any inmates go three, we have to let a doctor medicate them. I don't want you to have to be sedated."

Josh didn't want to be sedated either, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to sleep without that at the moment. He couldn't calm his mind no matter how tired he was. It took all of his energy just to shift slightly closer to Hoppus in his bed. Hoppus seemed relieved by the movement though. Maybe he thought that was a step in the right direction, but now Josh just felt even more sore and drained than before.

"Hey, there you go," Hoppus praised carefully, rubbing Josh's aching back gently. "Good job. Do you think you can try to talk to me a little bit? Tell me if you need something?"

All Josh needed was sleep, but that clearly wasn't an option right now. Part of him wished his birth mom would give enough of a shit to come visit him or to let Abbie visit him without sending in Andrew, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Another part of him wanted to talk to Tyler, even if it was just on the phone or reading another letter from him. He didn't feel like a convict when he talked to Tyler. He'd felt safe when Tyler was here yesterday. He hadn't even stuttered. That wouldn't happen though. Tyler had seen what a freak he was, and he wasn't coming back.

"I could maybe take you outside for a little while if you want," Hoppus offered, smiling slightly when Josh's eyes immediately shot to meet his. "There aren't many inmates here right now, and only about a quarter of them get to go outside. I bet I could get you some yard time if you wanted some."

Josh wanted that. He wanted that so badly. It had been so long since he'd seen the sun without a barred window blocking his view. He'd gone outside three times a day in juvie, but he hadn't been back since he'd been put into solitary. He felt overwhelmed in the absolute best way at just the thought of standing outside in the snow, but Hoppus's offer wasn't a sure thing. He would have to ask the warden.

"If you wait here for five minutes, I'll go ask," Hoppus promised. "Okay?"

Josh's breath was stuck in his chest, but his hope was just strong enough to allow him to nod slightly. Hoppus smiled widely at Josh, brushing his hair back once again before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"You just hang tight for a minute. I promise I'll be right back," Hoppus told him as he stood up. "Be safe while I'm gone, okay? I love you."

Josh was tense for a million different reasons as he watched his dad disappear through the door. He wanted to go outside though. He wanted to breathe in air that didn't smell like cleaning products, body odor, or blood. Those were the only smells in this place, and Josh hated all of them. He just wanted to be outside.

It felt like Hoppus was gone for hours, which made Josh feel pretty convinced that this was one fight Hoppus wouldn't win against the warden. Hoppus had convinced that asshole to make a lot of exceptions on Josh's behalf lately, but maybe this one was too much. Maybe Josh wouldn't be able to walk outside and see the sky again until he was an old man. It was hard to know, especially in here. Josh sighed, staring at one particularly large bloodstain on his floor that he suspected belonged to him as he waited for Hoppus to return with the bad news. By the time the door to his cell opened, he was numb, empty of all hope.

His tired eyes shifted up to meet Hoppus's, and for a moment, he froze. Hoppus was wearing his coat. He was wearing a coat, and he was holding the standard state issued coat every convict got upon arrival. Josh had only worn his once. His number was on the back, along with the words, "Property of the Franklin County Correctional Facility." The breath left Josh's lungs as his eyes shot up to meet his dad's.

"We've got half an hour," Hoppus reported through a smile as he held the coat out to Josh.

Suddenly, Josh had nothing but energy. He was out of bed in a second, making Hoppus chuckle as he immediately slipped into his coat and allowed himself to be cuffed.

"Y'know, my dog acts like this when I let him outside too," Hoppus teased.

Finally, for the first time all day, Josh smiled. He couldn't stop smiling as he was led through the prison and out into crisp, biting cold that made him so unbelievably happy. Hoppus beamed when Josh laughed at the sight of the snow falling from the sky.

"Fuck. What month is it?" Josh asked excitedly as his cuffs were removed.

"As of yesterday, it's February," Hoppus informed him.

Josh laughed again. "Dude, look at how bright the snow is!"

He didn't even think to be embarrassed as he immediately bent down to touch the freezing cold snow with his bare hands. It crunched under his fingers as he shaped it into a snowball like the one Abbie had written to him about. He'd never smiled this wide in his life, especially when he heard Hoppus laugh as he watched Josh sit down in the snow despite the thin material of his orange jumpsuit. He felt his dad crouch down beside him.

"Thirty minutes is just enough time to build a snowman, don't you think?" Hoppus challenged with a crooked grin.

Josh was bordering on feeling gleeful right now as he beamed at his dad. "Really? Do you want to?" He asked excitedly.

Hoppus chuckled. "Hell yeah. Let's do it!"

Josh was up and running in seconds, making his dad laugh again. They made the base together, but then Josh was tasked with making the torso while Hoppus shaped the head. They didn't have much to decorate the snowman with, but that was perfectly fine with Josh. He was outside. He'd made a snowman. He'd made a snowman with his dad. How could he not be happy right now? Josh actually giggled when the whole thing was finished, and he'd never seen Hoppus smile this wide in his life.

"Next winter, we're gonna make one of these with Jack," Hoppus promised Josh.

"Okay," Josh agreed happily, sitting down in the snow again as he spoke. His dad laughed as he watched Josh fully lay down in what had to be about five inches of snow. Josh grinned. "This...is the best day of my life," he decided.

"You know what the best part is?" Hoppus asked him.

"Hm?" Josh hummed, smiling up at the sky as he watched the snow fall down from the dark clouds above the prison.

His smile widened when he felt his dad lie down beside him. "That only took us twenty minutes, so you get to be outside still."

Josh's cheeks hurt from smiling. He turned his head to look at Hoppus, who was already watching him fondly. "You're the best dad ever," Josh told him honestly.

Hoppus smiled back at him. "It's easy to be a good dad when you have good kids."

Josh smiled at his dad for a second before looking back up at the sky. He drew in a deep breath of frozen air before letting it out slowly. He couldn't stop smiling right now even if he wanted to. He'd never been this happy before. The sun was so warm despite the cold weather, everything was white and sparkly, and the wind made Josh feel alive for the first time in a very long time. Strangely, he kept thinking about how he couldn't wait to tell Tyler about it.

"Dad?" Josh whispered, letting his eyelids slip shut. His smile widened when the brightness of the sun shone through his eyelids, banishing what he feared might be behind them.

"Yeah?" Hoppus asked softly.

Josh took in another breath before telling Hoppus quietly, "I'm really happy right now. I feel...like everything is going to be okay."

He felt Hoppus take his snow-chilled hand in his. "It will be," he promised.

Josh opened his eyes, turning his head to look at his dad. He searched Hoppus's eyes carefully before smiling once again. "You wanna know a secret?" He asked.

Hoppus smiled slightly. "Sure."

"Sometimes I'm glad I got arrested," he admitted, making Hoppus's eyebrows draw together slightly. "I wouldn't have met you if I wasn't in here. Being your son is worth the rest of the shit I've been through."

There were tears forming in Hoppus's eyes despite his smile. "You wanna know a secret?" Hoppus asked quietly.

Josh nodded, smiling slightly.

"I really and truly believe that you were always meant to be my kid. You've been my son from the very first moment I ever saw you. I knew you were part of my family in that second," Hoppus whispered to him. "And I've loved you just as much as I love Jack from that moment on, and I always will."

"I love you too," Josh replied easily.

They both looked down at Hoppus's watch when it beeped, frowning instantly. Hoppus sighed, turning off the alarm before looking at Josh. "I guess that's all the snow we get today," he said solemnly. He smiled slightly then. "Guess we'll just have to come out again three times a week every week until June."

Josh gasped. "You're fucking with me," he whispered disbelievingly.

"I'm not actually. I told the warden you should be given yard time since you aren't a danger to anyone else, and he signed off on it. You get yard time again," Hoppus told him proudly.

Tears were filling Josh's eyes, but he still couldn't stop smiling. "I love you," he told Hoppus again.

Hoppus laughed. "I love you too. Let's get you inside and into a shower. You think you can handle eating lunch?"

"Yeah, I can," Josh replied happily, feeling a little bit embarrassed about having to wipe tears off of his cheeks.

Hoppus didn't judge him for even a second. He just helped Josh to his feet so he could cuff him again and bring him inside. "You just keep making me prouder and prouder, kid."

Josh beamed as he waited for Hoppus to scan his card to open the door for them. "I want to keep doing that," he told his dad seriously.

"You will," Hoppus replied easily, making Josh's chest fill with warmth. "You should call your mom today and tell her about your snowman. I can give you her number if you want."

"Okay," Josh decided. "I miss her."

"She misses you too. You're all she talked about when I came home after the riot. She kept asking about how you're doing and telling me to take good care of our baby since she can't always be here to take care of you herself. She wishes she could be though. She loves you just as much as I do," Hoppus told him seriously.

Josh smiled. "I love her too."

They only stopped by Josh's cell long enough to get clean clothes and the things he'd need for a shower. There wasn't a lot of conversation going on while Josh showered, which Josh appreciated. He felt sick when he looked at the bruises on his skin, but he felt better knowing Hoppus would protect him from any future attacks.

He'd barely made it back to his cell when a guard showed up to tell him, "You've got a visitor."

Hoppus looked confused when Josh stuffed the envelope from his desk into the pocket of his shirt on the off chance that it was Tyler. That wasn't very likely, but Josh secretly really wanted it to be him. He allowed himself to be cuffed and led through the prison again, this time to the visiting room. He had to fight down a smile when he saw who was sitting at the table.

"I know I said I'd come back in a couple days, but I had time today, so you just have to deal with me two days in a row," Tyler told him through a slight smile.

"How unfortunate," Josh commented sarcastically as he was uncuffed, making Tyler's smile widen. He sat down once they were off, managing to hide his smile as he said, "As it turns out, I have something for you."

"A good thing or a bad thing?" Tyler asked curiously.

"Yeah, kinda," Josh replied as he pulled the envelope out of his pocket and slid it to Tyler. "One of the names in that letter you gave me was familiar. I thought you might want to know why."

Tyler opened the envelope and slid the letter out. He unfolded it carefully, reading through it with wide eyes. "Holy shit," he whispered.

"Yeah, I think I was sixteen when I got that. I thought it was hilarious, so I kept it. I think you really dodged a bullet with that one. She seems like a fucking disaster," Josh explained, making Tyler smile slightly as he read it again.

Tyler chuckled. "Wow. She gave you a picture and everything. Fuck. You're twenty, right? So if you were sixteen, she was like...I don't know. Twenty? Twenty-one? Way too fucking old to be writing to you. Wow. This is actually very comforting. Thank you," Tyler replied as he slid the letter back to Josh. He smirked before asking, "Did you write her back?"

"Fuck no," Josh replied easily as he tucked the letter back into his pocket. "I don't respond to people I don't know. Way too many crazy people write to me. I don't want to deal with their shit and mine."

"You wrote me back," Tyler pointed out.

"Yeah, well, you talked to me like a person and didn't call me Joshua. Everyone always calls me Joshua in their letters, and Joshua is what every Josh in the world gets called when they're in trouble," Josh insisted.

Tyler chuckled at that. "Noted. So how are you holding up today?"

Josh couldn't help but blurt out, "I got to go outside today."

"Yeah?" Tyler asked, smiling without making Josh feel stupid for telling him that. He genuinely just seemed to be happy for Josh. "Do you like being outside?"

"I mean, today was the first time I've been outside since I was seventeen or eighteen, so it was pretty fucking awesome. I forgot what snow feels like. My little sister wrote me a letter about throwing a snowball a while ago, and that was cool of her, but I didn't really remember snow until I got to touch it again." Josh's face flushed as he realized how ridiculous he sounded. "That's really lame, isn't it?"

Tyler shook his head instantly. "No! Not at all. That's really cool that you got to go outside and feel the snow. I can't imagine not going outside for three years. It seems like that should be illegal. Like, they shouldn't be able to force you to stay inside constantly."

"It's one of the rules for solitary," Josh explained, hoping he wasn't making himself sound terrifying. "Solitary's supposed to be a temporary punishment or whatever, so there aren't really any set rules for someone who's been in there as long as I have. I get to go outside three times a week now starting today though, so that's cool."

"That's awesome! I'm excited for you," Tyler replied easily, and Josh actually believed that. "Did you do anything fun outside? It's so cold today. I can't imagine having very much fun out there."

Josh studied Tyler for a second before telling him seriously, "You aren't allowed to make fun of me if I tell you."

"I swear on my life," Tyler insisted, holding his pinkie out to Josh. "I won't make fun of you. I just want to be happy about this with you. That's all."

"I made a snowman," Josh admitted once his pinkie was linked with Tyler's.

Tyler grinned, not seeming to notice how hot Josh's cheeks felt when their hands separated. "Oh my god. I can't remember the last time I made a snowman. That sounds amazing! Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, it was awesome," Josh told him a little too enthusiastically, forgetting to be embarrassed. "I haven't made a snowman since I was like, twelve. I used to love winter."

"Not so much anymore?" Tyler inquired.

Josh shrugged. "It's colder in here in the winter, and there aren't a lot of windows to see the snow falling. Plus, I don't exactly get to go home for Christmas and stuff. Things are kinda different in here."

Tyler nodded, looking sympathetic without making Josh feel pitied. "Next winter will be better. You'll be home."

"Yeah, maybe," Josh replied, looking down at where his hands now rested atop the table.

Tyler studied Josh's face for a moment before adding, "And on the off chance that you aren't home next year, which is an extremely tiny chance, I'll come visit you on Christmas Eve and Christmas. I promise. Hell, I'll visit you every day for the twelve days of Christmas and every day of Hanukah. You won't spend next Christmas alone though. I won't let you."

"Why not?" Josh had to ask, glancing nervously up at Tyler.

There was no pity, judgment, or obligation on Tyler's face. He simply shrugged before telling Josh, "Friends don't let friends spend holidays alone."

Josh's heart tugged unexpectedly inside his chest as he blinked in surprise. "And I'm your friend?" He asked curiously, his voice sounding smaller than he meant for it to.

"I'd like to think so," Tyler replied without hesitation. "Is that cool with you?"

Josh swallowed nervously before nodding. "I-I d-duh-don't-don't, um...I don't have a lot of friends, so I might be kind of bad at the whole friendship thing."

Tyler hummed his understanding, not pointing out Josh's stuttering or giving him time to feel ashamed of it. "Well, we can work on that together. It's no biggie. Everything in life is a learning process. I'm sure there are plenty of things you know that I don't, so you can help me out with that stuff later. You're still allowed to tell me to fuck off if you feel like I'm forcing you into this, by the way."

It took a second for Josh to gather up the courage to admit, "I don't want you to fuck off."

Tyler smiled. "Sweet because I don't want to fuck off either. I like talking to you. You're a good guy."

"That's debatable," Josh replied quietly.

Tyler shook his head, still smiling brightly. "Well, I went to law school for a year, so I think I could make a pretty compelling case arguing that you're a good person."

Josh smirked at that. "Yeah, um, about that. Your dad sounds like a dick, dude. Why is he so obsessed with all of his kids being carbon copies of him? That's ridiculous."

Tyler laughed. "It's worked on two of his kids, so maybe it's not as far-fetched as we'd like to believe. Parents are crazy like that."

"Believe me, I get that. My mom is a real piece of work. She's not trying to force anyone into law school, but she'll be damned if she doesn't shove all of her kids into heaven before she bites it. I can't even tell you how many Bibles, prayer candles, and statues of saints she's sent me. She's insane."

"That's horrifying," Tyler chuckled out. "Well, I promise that if you're still in here next year, we will have a completely secular Christmas. And if you're out, which you will be, we'll make sure you don't have to spend Christmas with her."

Josh scoffed. "Yeah, good luck. You'll have to get her off of me with a crowbar. We went to mass every single Christmas when I was a kid, sometimes more than once. She's obsessed."

Tyler chuckled. "Christmas sucks with my family too. It's cute to watch my nieces open presents and stuff, but they're babies, so they kind of suck at it still." He grinned when that surprised a laugh out of Josh. "My parents come home for the holidays most of the time, but they keep working the whole time. My brother and sister do too, and so does my sister's husband. Basically, me, my youngest brother, and my other brother's wife just take care of babies all day while everyone else works. It's very boring."

"Your brother's wife is the one who got you away from the creepy ginger, right?" Josh asked, making Tyler laugh again.

"Yeah! Her name's Tatum, and she's pretty much my favourite family member. I have no idea how my brother tied her down. He's a robot, but she's an amazing person. She's the first person I went to after Jenna too," Tyler said, and from the expression he made once the words had left his lips Josh could tell that he wasn't used to speaking casually about that yet. He fell silent then.

Josh cleared his throat. "Any chance I would know any dirt on her?" He asked hopefully.

Tyler forced a brief smile as he pushed his hair back. It was already fluffy and messy, but his fingers made it stick out at odd angles. "No, I don't think so." He sighed before pausing. "Actually, she said she went to school with you. A few weeks ago, she said she was in your class when you were kids. You probably don't remember school that much, do you? You had a lot of traumatic shit to deal with."

"She got a last name?" Josh guided hopefully. "I might remember something. It was a little school. The classes were pretty small."

"Yeah, uh, Jenna Black," Tyler provided.

He seemed to hold his breath as Josh thought about it. Jenna Black. It was kind of familiar. He'd known a Jenna in school, right?

"Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Freckles. Her hair might've been kind of brown back then," Tyler provided.

Suddenly, it clicked. "Oh, shit. Yes. Jenna Black. She sat next to me. Our desks were in this weird circle thing, and she used to always copy my math homework over my shoulder until she learned the hard way that I suck at math. When the teacher noticed our papers were always the same, she made us come in so she could find out what was going on. Jenna said I was cheating off of her, and I couldn't really say anything to prove it wasn't true, so I got detention. It was a dick move. It wasn't a huge thing, but it did suck."

"That does suck," Tyler agreed, looking down at the tabletop as he processed that. "She knew you couldn't rat her out, right? She told me you never talked, so she must've know then. That's...thats fucked up."

"I think everyone knew," Josh replied. He hesitated before saying, "I, um, I stuttered really bad. No one could really understand me, and it took a long time to even get a word out, so I kind of just stopped trying to talk. Obviously I don't stutter as much, but, um, I sometimes do. Not as bad. It's a lot better."

"You speak really clearly now, and you say a lot of interesting things that would definitely be worth waiting for if necessary" Tyler told him casually, as if that wasn't the single most comforting thing anyone had ever said to Josh. "You probably already know this, but a lot of people who develop pyromania have speech impediments."

"Yeah, I've heard that a few times," Josh replied, looking down at his hands now that eye contact was suddenly very nerve-wracking.

"But hey, you overcame the stutter. Something tells me you're strong enough to leave here without lighting fires again too. You've made a lot of progress, and I know that can't have been easy. You should be really proud of yourself," Tyler continued, making Josh suddenly understand what people meant when they talked about getting butterflies in their stomach.

"Thanks," he replied quietly.

"Just a couple more minutes left," Hoppus told them, looking apologetically at Josh.

Josh looked back to Tyler, not really sure what to say but feeling absolute panic fill him at the thought of Tyler leaving. Tyler sighed, giving Josh a sad smile.

"Time moves faster in here, I think," he commented. He seemed to notice Josh's anxiety despite how hard he was trying to hide it. "I'm still gonna come back tomorrow if that's okay with you. I already promised you that yesterday, and I'm working hard to prove you can trust me. Besides, I like talking to you. You're good company."

Josh nodded, smiling nervously. "Thanks," he replied in a voice that was barely more than a whisper.

Tyler glanced at Hoppus before looking back to Josh. "I'm not trying to do the whole psychologist thing right now, but I can tell you're getting anxious right now. You wanna tell me what's bothering you?" He asked gently.

Josh chewed nervously at his bottom lip, shaking his head instinctually. "I'm okay," he lied.

Tyler studied Josh's face for a second before taking one of Josh's hands in his own and meeting his gaze seriously. "Josh, I can't imagine how scary it must be to not know when the people you care about are going to come back, but I promise you that I'll be here tomorrow morning. You can hold me to that too. You can even call me tomorrow when you wake up, and I'll tell you what time I'm leaving my house. Okay? I will be back tomorrow because you are worth coming back for, okay?"

Josh felt shame bubble up inside of him when tears burned at his eyes, so he hurriedly looked away. Tyler's hand squeezed his gently.

"Josh, you deserve to have friends. You deserve to have people care about you. You deserve to be able to trust the people in your life. I'm gonna do my best to help you understand that. I promise," Tyler added, his voice soft, just like the palm of his hand against Josh's.

Josh's anxiety just kept mounting though. The pressure in his chest kept growing. Tyler wouldn't come back. Why would he? What did Josh have to offer him?

"No one cares forever," Josh said finally, not sounding or feeling like himself.

Tyler hesitated before telling Josh, "You know what? As someone who's been hearing about and studying law pretty much my whole life, I know a hell of a lot about contracts. I know about what happens when you break one and what happens when you lie under oath. So here's the deal." Josh glanced at their hands as Tyler released his in favour of linking their pinkies again. "I swear in front of you, God, that guard over there, and whoever watches those cameras in the corners of the room that I will always be here when I promise I will, and if I'm not, I have to go back to law school."

Josh's eyebrows raised. "That...um...what if you get sick? You get migraines or whatever, right?" Josh whispered, too shocked to regulate his volume.

"If I don't show up, you can call me and get a full explanation on why I wasn't there. If I don't answer the call and then don't make an attempt to call you back, I have to go back to law school," Tyler decided. "Do you accept these terms?"

Josh swallowed nervously before nodding. "Yeah. Okay," he agreed timidly.

Tyler smiled. "Sweet. Now, can I hug you before I leave since I made you anxious?"

Josh hesitated for a second before nodding. He stood shakily from the table when Tyler did, feeling jealous of how confident and resolute Tyler seemed. He didn't have the capacity to feel anything but warmth and relief when Tyler's arms wrapped around him though. It wasn't a brief bro hug either. It was a full on bear hug that made endorphins flood Josh's brain. He hugged back instinctually, squeezing his eyes shut when Tyler's chin rested atop his head.

"Thanks for letting me interrupt your day. I was just too excited about talking with you to wait another day," Tyler told him without releasing him.

"Thanks for coming even though you didn't have to," Josh replied quietly.

He felt a twinge of sadness spike inside of him when Tyler's arms left him and their bodies separated. Tyler smiled kindly at him though. "Believe me. This has been the best part of my day. I'm already excited for tomorrow."

"Me too," Josh agreed, blushing when that made Tyler beam at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning," Tyler insisted.

Josh nodded. "I believe you."

Tyler smiled. "Don't write to any creepy gingers while I'm gone."

Josh smiled. "Believe me. I won't."

"I trust you," Tyler assured him with a smile. "See you tomorrow, Josh."

"Bye," Josh replied, allowing Hoppus to come over and cuff his hands behind his back as Tyler headed for the door. "If you see Jenna, tell her to go fuck herself."

Tyler laughed. "Tomorrow, I'll tell you all about how my sister already did that."

Josh grinned. "Can't wait."

"Neither can I," Tyler replied with a cheerful smile as another guard buzzed him out of the visiting room.

Josh smiled as he too was led out of the room and through the prison. He could trust Tyler. He was going to try to, at least.

"I like him," Hoppus told Josh as they walked.

"I do too," Josh replied quietly, looking down at the floor to hide his blush.