They're both in solitary cells, for obvious reasons. The cells are opposite each other, though, and after a while Clive starts to watch the other when he thinks it's not obvious. Neither of them is an unobservant man, however, and Clive knows full well his attentions have been noticed.
Just as he knows full well they're being returned.
He feels Gavin's eyes on him near constantly, and is makes his skin crawl. Not in an entirely... unpleasant way, though, he must admit. Finds himself wondering if it's the same for Gavin, when Clive takes to watching him.
He takes to touching himself when the guards aren't there, because he can feel those eyes on him and it's all he can do to hold himself back long enough to put on a show for Kristoph because it turns him on so much more than it really should.
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It's months before they actually speak, given that the point of solitary cells is to prevent the inmates from any contact.
Funding cuts affect even this place, however, and ironically enough it's Clive's birthday when management decides that to save money, him and Gavin are to share a cell. They might be kept apart from the rest of the prison populace - Kristoph presumably because of the sway both him and his younger brother hold, and Clive... well, he thinks perhaps inspector Chelmey might have pulled a few strings in his aid - but the staff are reasonably sure neither of them will be a danger to each other.
And even if they do kill each other, what difference does it truly make when neither of them are ever going to leave this place alive anyway? Nothing more than a few extra pages of admin for the staff.
A blond German main joining him in his cell may well be the oddest birthday present Clive has ever received,
...he can't honestly say it's the worst, though.
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Now that they're sharing a cell, the constant watching (and Clive's haphazard fumbling) reaches the logical conclusion, which ends up being Gavin bending him over the bed and taking him hard enough that it's a wonder he doesn't scream, not that he can because there's a guard there and couldn't Kristoph have chosen a better time, it's not as if there's always a guard posted but Kristoph chooses now, right now and when he comes Clive has to bite him to keep the noise back and Kristoph just laughs, loud enough that Clive almost expects that to be what finally alerts the guard to what they're doing.
If it does, though, nothing is said, and from then on Gavin at least has the decency to wait until there's no guard. In the times between, they talk, and Clive must admit it's a surprise to find (even in this place) someone who can truly challenge him intellectually, whom he also enjoys the company of.
There is only one man who Clive can honestly say has fulfilled both of those criteria before, and even in his most selfish moments Clive could never wish this place on the professor. No matter how Clive wishes to see him, no matter how much he believes it would help the madness.
Layton is too good for this place, and despite what he's done Clive rather thinks Gavin might be, too.
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Clive's not so stupid as to believe the staff don't know what him and Gavin are up to, but the result of the knowledge does surprise him, truly.
A visitor.
That man.
He never expects visitors (never gets visitors), so when his name is called out along with all the others receiving them Clive is more surprised than he cares to admit. Still embarrassingly taken aback when he actually sees the professor, and he knows Layton sees it.
It's not mentioned, though, and Clive knows full well Layton won't bring it up as soon as he sees the look on the professor's face. The professor is here about something else.
About Gavin.
"My boy, I've been hearing some rather disquieting rumors about yourself and one of the other inmates," Layton begins, and Clive's suddenly angry, a boiling pot ready to spill over and how dare he, how dare the professor never once visit him and then use his first visit to lecture Clive, call him my boy like Clive is that little apprentice of his and Clive just wants to scream. Wants to shout that he's not Luke, no matter the part he might have played. That it's none of Layton's goddamn business who Clive chooses to shag, unless he's offering himself up for conjugal visits.
But, of course, that would be ungentlemanly.
So instead, Clive simply tells him in no uncertain terms that yes, the rumors are true, that no, he doesn't want to talk about it, that no, it isn't a cry for help or some such nonsense. Leaves out all the anger and the hurt at the fact the professor has only bothered to come see him so that he can criticise him.
If Clive had never met Gavin, Layton would just be happy to let him rot.
"You doknow what he's done?" Layton asks (somewhat hesitantly) a ways into the conversation, and it's all Clive can do not to laugh in his face.
"Of course, professor. Two people cannot be incarcerated in an otherwise solitary area without once bringing up why they are there, no matter how many other intellectual topics they might share knowledge of. It's human nature to be curious about that sort of thing - and if even myself and Gavin can work that out, criminally insane as we are, I worry somewhat for your sanity if the concept is beyond you, Professor." He fixes Layton with an odd look, and then comments, "Besides, it's hardly as if two murders, one attempted murder and that situation with the attorney he got disbarred really adds up to anywhere near what I did, is it?"
He leaves before the professor can say another word, asking the guards to escort him back to his cell, and the last thing he sees as he leaves the room is Layton watching him, an oddly sad look on his face.