"So what are you in for?"

Robby didn't answer. He just sat silently, arms crossed over his chest.

His cellmate raised an eyebrow. "No point having a bug up your ass. We're all in here for something. Vandalism, stealing, drugs, you name it. But it's not like we're in hardcore prison. I know the guards think we're all thugs, but most here are nonviolent offenders."

Robby sighed. Why'd he have to be bunked with a chatterbox?

"So since we're all on the same playing field, what are you in for?"

Narrowing his eyes, Robby muttered, "I almost killed a guy."