Adrien narrowed his eyes at Nikolai and blinked. A key fell ito place and he looked down at Nikolai's body to check. He had goosebumps along his skin. Ah, he was cold. But why not confirm?

"You're cold?"

He asked, looking down at him. He was quite ready for the boy to snap at him. Which was odd, he was now expecting what the boy would do? Hm. Strange.

Lynx glowered up at the man for his question. "No." He said bluntly, gritting his teeth a little. He tried to spread out more to make his point, that he absolutely was not, could not, be cold. He was perfectly fine, even if he was freezing in this hellscape. And he would say that until the very end. "Ask better questions." He said simply.

Adrien ignored him.

"So you are. Would you like a jacket?"

He asked, ignoring the way Nikolai glowered at him.

Lynx huffed. "No." He lied, the word more of a grunt than anything. "And that doesn't count as a better question, by the way." He answered, curling up slightly.

Adrien walked away for a moment and came back with something. It was his, the only thing he really liked in this hell hole. But so be it. He tossed it to Nikolai. It was a hoodie, though it didn't have any drawstrings in it anymore. Adrien swore he was kept in a mental asylum sometimes. He leaned back against the wall and looked at the cell across from him, which was empty.

Lynx huffed as the Agent left, hoping that might be the end of it. He was curled up by the time he came back, scowling at the bigger man. He glared at the hoodie, huffing. "I don't want your stupid jacket." He hissed, curling up more. But he did. Oh, he did. He was hoping against hope that the Agent would leave, and then, he could take it without seeming weak. Unless the Agent came back- but thats was a thought for another time. "What do you want?" He drawled boredly.

Adrien watched him for a moment. He saw the glint of something in his eyes. He seemed a bit scared, if Adrien was honest.

"Good night."

Adrien said, hooking the mask back on and walking away. He really wanted his hoodie back... he sighed mentally and kept walking, going back to his room/cell/holding room...

Lynx narrowed his eyes as the Agent walked away, choosing not to say anything. He stared at the hoodie, waiting for about five minutes before he slowly crept over to it, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. He slid it on quickly over his dark T-shirt, the hoodie about two or three sizes too large. It would be a lie to say he didn't love it. He crept silently back to his cot, curling up tightly and drawing the hood up. He dipped his head into the fabric slightly, taking a deep breath as he began to warm up. It wasn't particularly remarkable, or wouldn't be, to most people. But the inside was soft enough and it smelled amazing. Clean, and the slightest bit woodsy- distinctly masculine. He curled into the excess fabric quietly, choosing not to think about anything that had happened in the last half hour, or day, and also refusing to think about who the hoodie must smell like.

He was out like a light after two minutes.

Adrien had gone back to his "room" and sat down on his bed. He stared at the wall for a moment before changing back into the white, sterile, clothing that was 'required' to wear to bed. He usually wore the hoodie over the clothing so that he felt safer... but- well he had just given it to a prisoner. Damnnit he was going soft... He took a small breath and laid back, staring at the ceiling. Guess he would be sleeping tonight... of for a while...

The next morning came too early for his liking, but when the lights flickered on, he sat up, still curled into the hoodie he had been given. He glanced around warily, deciding to keep it on and hope no one noticed- minus the Agent. He already knew, obviously. Lynx simply waited quietly, curled eagerly into the hoodie in the least obvious way he could manage.