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the fuck out of my face.
    “What, you wanted that guy to pulverize you?”
    Riley shrugged. “He wouldn’t have.”
    “Looked like he was close to me.”
    “Nah. He’s all talk and no show.”
    Something resembling frustration passed over Hunter’s face. It came in the form of rolled eyes and pursed lips and turned into softened shoulders and a sharp exhale. He stepped back, then plopped his ass down on the edge of the bed, as if all his mojo had suddenly drained out of him and he couldn’t do the getting all up in someone’s face business anymore.
    For whatever reason, that made Riley sit up. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and turned his body toward Hunter. The guy looked tired, like genuinely worn the fuck down. Dark rings circled his eyes. His color wasn’t quite right, and still he was probably the most attractive person Riley had seen in a long time. The right amount of messy in the blond hair, clothes that hugged all the right places, and the right amount of sun, and damn, Hunter probably would’ve been more godlike and less corpselike.
    “I didn’t hit that guard or anything,” Riley admitted, though after he said the words, he wasn’t sure why he’d shared that juicy tidbit.
    Hunter raised his head, frowning in confusion as if he’d already forgotten the orderly’s nice little introduction.
    “The scar on the orderly’s chin.” Riley pointed to his own, drawing a line with the tip of his finger. “He said I put him through a window. It wasn’t because I hit him.”
    “What happened?”
    Those two words spurred a great internal debate in Riley. He didn’t talk to people, especially strangers, for obvious reasons. Last time he’d spoken to a stranger it didn’t end so well, and he’d ended up living in hell for four long, miserable years. Then again, this stranger had just stood up for him, tried to protect him from getting his face punched in.
    “You don’t have to—”
    “He tried waking me up from a night terror,” Riley admitted. That truth made him lower his eyes. Actually, he didn’t want to see Hunter’s reaction to the news of his new roommate being a violent sleeper. “It doesn’t happen all the time. But when it does, it’s bad. They told me I’d been screaming so loud it was causing other residents to act out.”
    “So how did you put him through the window?”
    “It was the window in the door, and he didn’t go through it. His chin hit the edge and busted open, but he had to make a bigass deal of it. They sedated me after.”
    “Wow.”
    “Yeah.”
    Biting the inside of his cheek, Riley raised his head. He found Hunter eyeing him hard, startlingly hard, which would’ve made Riley uncomfortable enough to act out. Violently act out. But not this time. This time, the need to stand his ground didn’t hit him like it had before. Obviously, Hunter was curious. Not sizing him up but trying to figure him out.
    Good luck with that, guy.
    “Sooo…,” Hunter drawled.
    This was the point in conversation between strangers where things got awkward. They always got awkward when they wanted to ask questions but didn’t want to be rude about it. Riley wondered which question Hunter wanted to ask: the wrists, the night terrors, or why he was here to begin with.
    “How horrible is this place?” Hunter asked.
    Wow. Okay. Didn’t expect that one.
    “Um….” Riley swallowed, rubbing his hand all the way up his colorful forearm. Trying to hide the scars didn’t seem as important now. “Depends. You got anything to compare it to?” And that was how you asked someone about their past without being nosy or rude.
    “Nah. Jail once. No big.”
    “Well, this ain’t Disney World, but it ain’t Guantanamo Bay, either.”
    “So… comfortable middle?”
    Riley snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, comfortable middle works.”
    Hunter’s mouth stretched wide around a yawn as he settled back on his bed. He tucked one arm under his pillow. One arm over. His eyelids looked