Will grimaced sympathetically. His curly fries had appeared at the kitchen window in Pat's (in his head he was calling him Pat already) absence, and he glanced over at them longingly. "Handsy bitches. That's assault, her grabbing you like that. Sexual harassment. I know cops, I could make a call," he said, with a joking smile. Like fuck he'd ever really call a cop for anything. Didn't trust a one of them.