Robert startled back a step. “Holy shit,” he gasped, clenching his sandwich tight in his fist. “Are you still there?” Robert looked over his shoulder at the hungry woman reaching through the bars of her cell who was trying to catch him, and then back at Iggy. He smiled widely, revealing the pieces of meat in between his teeth. “I thought that the monster in you would have taken over by now.”
Iggy rested his chin on the top of his knee and let his gaze drift away from Robert down to the floor. “You have a limp,” he muttered.
Robert took a deep bite of his sandwich. “I sure do.” He chewed sloppily. “What about it?”
“Nothing,” Iggy sighed. “I used to have a deformity, too. I understand the nuisance.”
Robert’s shoulders perked up and he looked at him even more directly. “Oh, yeah?” he pried. “What kind of deformity?” His eyes searched Iggy’s torso area mostly, where he already knew that he was injured, however Iggy’s knees blocked most of the view.