"What?" Jacob pauses, staring at him and holding the sandpaper up. He's clearly thinking about it, weighing the options. Jones was sneaky, sure, but what damage could he get up to with that in the cell?

He chews on his lip for a second before shrugging.

"Ask Flynn. If he doesn't have a problem with it, then I don't."

There was something weirdly freeing about deferring to Flynn. It was easier this way, plus he didn't have to worry about fighting with him or anything. Less trouble for everyone all around.

Flynn making the decisions for him was much easier.