"What?"
"I said what's the matter."
"Oh. Nothing. Why?"
"I don't know you just look like there's something on your mind." Lincoln could always tell when there was something on Michael's mind, just by the look on his face. Michael didn't say a word he just seemed to look at him, waiting for Lincoln to say something. "Come on Mike, what's up?" Michael still didn't answer. He looked down at the ground , kicking some dirt up with the toe of his boot. "Don't make me guess at this, just tell me" Lincoln continued. Michael looked back at his brother and then up to the infirmary window, as if trying to give Lincoln a clue. And Lincoln got it.. "Oh. I should have known."
"Known what?"
"The doctor. She's who you're thinking about isn't she?"
"I can't keep lying to her like this…I have to tell her."
"Michael you can't!"
"Yeah I know, that's what I keep telling myself but," Michael once again looked down to the ground. Lincoln could tell by the look on his face that this was killing him. "I'm hurting her, and I can't keep doing that. Besides she cares, I don't think she'll do anything. And if she cares as much as I think she does, she might even help us."
"I doubt that," Lincoln told him, but regretted saying it as soon as he looked at Michael. "But…If you trust her so do I."
A little shocked by his last comment Michael looked him straight in the eye, and could tell that he was serious. "Thanks Linc."
"What are you going to say to her?"
"Not really sure yet. But hopefully the truth. I just want her to understand." Lincoln let out a soft laugh, "What!"
"Nothing.," Lincoln continued to smirk at Michael. "It's just. You think she cares, but do you?" He emphasized that last part.
Michael gave his brother a slight smirk, "…Yeah I do. Weird right. That was the last thing on my mind when I came here. Its just…She's special. We're actually a lot alike. I mean the me before I got put in here."
"I know what you mean." Lincoln was still amused with his brother. He could tell that there was something there. Michael really must care about her and trust her, if he was going to risk everything just to make her understand.
"So you sure you're okay with this?" Michael asked him.
"Yeah. It's your call. But…" He pause for a moment, "never mind."
"No what?" Michael really wanted to know what he was going to say.
"Not to be negative or anything, but what if she doesn't understand. You can't count on her to come running to you after this is all over."
"I know. But it's worth a shot." Michael gave him a smile and turned his back to the fence once again staring up at the window.