[There's actually Science behind the colors, but it may not be worth the ensuing conversation. Depends on how much Nicolas gives a rat fart about fish and their special eyes and how colors are different underwater.]

I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you. Nobody's ever gonna agree on anything, much less how certain issues should be settled in this place. [It's not like people hadn't far worse than Nicolas and gotten off just the same, after all. Shit happens. Will doesn't seem bothered by any of this, now leaning across the counter with his hands loosely clasping each other.] I like to be hands off with this process. Done me fine the last time I went through it. You're an adult. I feel that's fair. I'll expect you to manage your own curfew, being out past it only for emergencies or situations you couldn't have predicted. Torrential downpour, for instance. But if something like that does happen, you can call me and I'll give you a ride wherever you need to go. That's not, that's not a problem. I'm here for you when you need me. Now, if you can check in daily, just a text or call, that's great. If you get busy and time slips away...I'm not a stickler about. That. [It just sounded better when he was possibly being monitored by Nicolas' guards to be matter-of-fact instead of slightly cool probation officer.] Don't buy anything you aren't supposed to, don't be out when you're not supposed to, don't do anything big you're not supposed to do...and this should be a relatively painless two months.

[He looks up, hands moving outward in place of a shrug. Relatively painless is what they both want, right? He hopes so.]

Sound good to you? Questions?