Warning: Lies, swearing bullsh*t, b*stard, f*cking, a slight sexual innuendo, a punch, broken nose and blood near the end of the chapter.

Thomas stared at Emile Picani, who had gone back to being his cheerful self, asking questions that Thomas didn't want to answer or questions that he had to lie to.

"Now Thomas, I'm going to ask again. Did something traumatic happen in your life?" Picani asked again.

Thomas went to say no, besides his ex-boyfriend, but then remembered what his friends said, lie.

"Now that you mention it doc, yeah..." Thomas lied, "I guess I began remembering when I was in... Isolation..."

Emile nodded, "takes your times this is a very safe environment."

Thomas nearly laughed at that, "well, it's my Uncle Mike." Lie, he had no Uncle Mike, "and to be fair it was an accident, but he accidentally knocked me down the stairs when I was five. And if I remember correctly, I think that's when I began seeing ghosts."

"If it was an accident-"

"I thought he did it on purpose for the longest of times." Thomas said, he channeled his acting and began tearing up.

Emile frowned for the boy and handed over the box of tissues, the box having Cinderella on the front. Thomas took one and dried his eyes.

"You made good progress today, Thomas." Emile smiled, the smile never reaching his eyes. Why would it? Emile was a bastard.

Thomas smiled sadly, "thanks doc."

Thomas was taken back to his cell, where he promptly fell asleep, excited his acting skills were still up to par.

When he sat down for breakfast the next day with his new friends, he said, "the art of bullshit really does work."

Remus smirked, "told you it would work kid."

Patton nudged Thomas' shoulder playfully with a smile on his lips, "it's gonna get easier to lie, even though I'm not a fan."

"You're not a fan of lying, even though you like a pathological lair?" Thomas asked, a smile on his face, making Janus laugh.

"Kid has a point Pat." Janus smirked.

Patton rolled his eyes, smiling still, "you're different."

Logan raised an eyebrow, "how is that different? I mean, he's lying to ge-"

Remus covered Logan's mouth with his hand and grinned, "let Patton love the liar."

Logan's eyes moved to Remus, an unimpressed look in his eyes.

"Hey, are you two together or like, into each other?" Thomas asked, pointing at Remus and Logan.

Remus smirked, "define into each other, kid."

The table groaned in disgust, with Roman reaching over and flicking his forehead. Logan jabbed his elbow into Remus' side, making him groan in pain and let go, holding his side.

Logan, now with the power to speak again, said, "I'm guessing by 'into each other' you mean, love. If that is the case, then no. I'm not one for emotion." Even Roman could smell the bullshit.

But Remus? Remus could not. His heart broke a little - ok a lot. Remus lost his smile instantly, "I... uh, I gotta go." He got up and left, going to the nearest guard, asking to be taken to his cell.

Logan looked down, he hates emotions. He glanced up, watching as Remus was taken away.

"What's the real reason?" Thomas asked.

The man with square glasses frowned slightly, "doesn't matter."

"What is with you guys denying your feelings for each other?!" Thomas yelled in annoyance, the table looked to him, with Logan trying to calm him down, "no! Shut up! It's fucking obvious you like him! You might as well tell him then break his heart!"

"Thomas! That's enough!" Patton shouted, he was refraining himself from lashing out. Thomas is just a kid, he doesn't get the hesitation of admitting you like someone.

"No! I'm not done yet!" Thomas glared, making Patton stand up abruptly, ready to punch the teenager, had it not been for Janus holding his hand and pulling him down into his lap.

Patton instantly calmed down, but tapped his foot, ignoring how Thomas yelled about how stupid Logan was.

Logan was try to calm him down, but it only ended up with Thomas stand in and spilling the slop on the table. That's when the guards intervened.

They grabbed him, making Thomas whimper, instantly stopping his yelling, "w-wait!"

Logan got up, "he's just a kid!"

They dragged Thomas off, who was kicking and crying, desperately struggling against their grips, Logan went to go after him, but Roman stopped him.

"Don't, you'll end up in one too. And they hate you, you know that." Roman said, slowly bringing down a worried Logan to sit.

Janus frowned, "we got to get him out."

Logan frowned, "how?"

Virgil looked to Roman, "we do have a pretty good thief on our table."

Patton thought, "and then you can sneak out Roman, with the promise of sex."

"I can't." Roman said, "not without... one of you getting hurt..." Roman looked down, biting his lip. He couldn't let Virgil know it was him.

Logan grabbed Romans arm, a desperate look in his eyes, "please Roman..."

Roman sighed, praying to any God that might exist that Virgil wasn't hurt, "fine, but how do I know which key is which cell?"

"All the keys are the same for the Isolation cells." Logan explained, "and of course there's the cell guards and Isolation guards." Logan continued, pointing to the guards who wore all black, with a badge and a belt, cuffs and keys attached. Then to the Isolation guards, who were more muscular, with needs in pockets and helmets, keys attached to their belts.

Logan looked to Virgil, "talk to one of the Isolation guards, Roman will do the pickpocketing."

Virgil sighed, glancing at Roman and muttered something in Italian, then ended it by tapping his forehead, then heart, his left shoulder, then right, his heart again and clasped his hands.

The Italian man looked to an Isolation guard, then gestured him over, a small smile on his face.

Said guard groaned and walked over, "what?"

"Nothing, I simply want a conversation." Virgil smiled, a careless and laid back shrug following up the sentence.

The guards leaned forward, "a conversation? Usually your conversations lead to a bribe, which you can't do anymore." The guard smirked, as unbeknownst to him, Roman had begun to make his move, carefully slipping his hand to the key.

"Am I not now? And why's that?" Virgil asked, a small smirk on his face.

"Because Roman will get hurt." The guard grinned, making the table fall silent, Roman stopping for a second before continuing.

Virgil's smirk widened, "will he? Well that's news to me."

Roman managed to grab the key and slowly pull his hand away, hiding it in his sleeve.

"What do you want?" The man growled, his patience running thin. He couldn't even harm Roman since all Virgil was doing was talking and smiling.

Virgil fed off of the man's rage and smiled, "just wanted to say, hey. Hey."

The guard punched him, successfully breaking Virgil's nose and stormed off to inform a guard, telling them to take Virgil to Remy.

"Good luck." Virgil said, looking to Roman quickly, blood dripping down his lips and chin, he was cuffed and taken to the nurses room.

Roman watched Virgil leave and frowned, then to Logan, "it'll be ok."

Logan frowned, 'ah yes. The fine art of bullshit.'