Mick nods. "See the guy over there? The one with the mustache? Frank'll get you extra art stuff if you want it. Stay quiet and he'll be happy."

He continues on through the meal. Pointing out people to avoid, those who might be a little more agreeable and the handful of kids at a corner table that are trying desperately to make a name for themselves. Like that matters in juvie.

"Rory," one of the staff calls. "It's time."

Grunt. "Friggin head shrinks." He slides his cookie on the new kid's tray. "See you around kid."

And he will. Mick has found someone at least somewhat interesting and that hasn't happened in months.Years even.