(Although, now would be the best time to ask since you're keeping him relaxed and all)
Scipio tensed up slightly whenever he heard footsteps or jangling keys, but soon relaxed when he confirmed Dave wasn't there. He seemed to almost have an underlying fear of Dave beneath the hatred.
((true, true))
Eventually, Bridge's curiousity got the better of him. He knew Scipio hated Dave, and he knew something bad had happened between them, but he didn't know what, or why Scipio had a tiny reaction to every guard. "Why…why do you hate Dave as much…as you do? I know…something happened, but…" Bridge asked nervously, keeping his hand in Scipio's hair.
Scipio was quiet for a moment. "When I first came here, Dave was assigned as the guard to my cell. He knew what I'd done, of course, and never had mercy on me. He used to beat me and tase me even when I hadn't done anything. He… He thinks it's fun. Honestly, he might be a psychopath too. I don't know who else he's hurt, but he likes hurting me especially."
"Oh." Bridge quieted, sort of leaning on Scipio now - comfort, for the both of them, and it made it easier to reach Scipio's hair.
"I get that I'm a sick and twisted person and all, but I was only around sixteen when I came here. I was just a kid, and he beat me bad." Scipio's eyes never left the door, but his hands were shaking slightly.
"I'm…sorry. I shouldn't have…asked," Bridge said, reaching his other hand out to rest on top of Scipio's hands. It was the least he could do, in his mind.
Scipio shook his head. "It isn't your fault. It's Dave's. Damn bastard should be in one of these cells himself. That'd be delightfully ironic, wouldn't it?"
He nodded carefully. "I…I don't like him much either."
"You'd be as insane as the people in here if you did…" Scipio muttered, tapping one foot on the ground anxiously.
“I don’t,” He said in a small voice, looking up at Scipio whose hair he was still petting.
"Good… never trust Dave. That's rule number one in here."
“Okay.” Bridge agreed softly. “I’ll…yeah.”
"The other guards aren't quite as bad, but they won't hesitate to tase you if you act up." Scipio's foot continued tapping on the ground, and his eyes never left the door.
“I…I don’t think I will,” He said, continuing to keep him calm by running a hand through his soft hair.
Eventually, Scipio's foot stilled. "I don't think Dave will come back for a couple of hours, but I can't let him catch me off guard. I always have to be ready."
Bridge nodded, agreeing. “That’s…good. That’s good.”
"I'm not gonna let him make me feel weak again…" He muttered to himself, tapping his fingers on the bench.
“You’re not,” Bridge assured him softly.
(This is just so funny to me like, "I'm not weak…" pets reassuringly "That's right, hun. You tell him.")
"He's the only guard who's stayed. All the others left or died. God, why won't he just leave?!"
((Mood))
“I don’t know. But you’re…you’re not letting him win. That’s…that’s good,” Bridge said.
"I-I just want him to go away and leave me alone…" Scipio hid his face in his hands, groaning softly.
“I’m sorry,” Bridge mumbled. “He…I’m sorry.”
((What if Dave ends up being gay and having a crush on bridge lol))
(Oof I hope not Dave is like 30-40 years old, probably)
While Scipio was momentarily distracted, Dave came into the cell. Scipio looked up and gritted his teeth. "Fuck off, Dave. I don't want you here."
((Oh yeah I forgot about age lol))
Bridge looked at him, biting his lip from nervousness. Scipio was still calm, but should he stay that way?
Scipio stood up and approached Dave, looking up at the older man with contempt. "What do you want?" Dave pulled his taser out of his pocket and held it up to Scipio's neck. "Nothing much, Scorpion." He backed Scipio into the wall, fear arising in the latter's eyes. Scipio knew if he tried anything, he would be badly hurt.