Time has passed slowly. It was miserable. Gar had never been as sad as he was here. There was barely anyone to talk to, no one, and if they did talk it was to be cruel or insulting. There were a few times guards had gotten rough but they knew there were limits to what they’d be able to get away with. They all knew Gar could have a big mouth and if things got back to their leader? Hard to say.

Gar had been miserable, though. He missed Earth, his friends... family, his video games. He’d tried to figure out ways to contact Earth but this far he’d been completely unsuccessful. He couldn’t really shift here. He was trapped in every way and isolated to the point that Dorrek was almost someone he liked. The only person to talk to him with anything resembling civility. He knew that the other was still the reason he was here, still the bad guy but he felt a lot less like a bad guy.

It was one of the times he’s been called to the other. Gar had had a particularly rough day before that.

“Can you really not let me go home?” He asks quietly, it’s sadder than he’s sounded around the other in some time and it had been a question he’d stopped asking.