Will gave them both an easy smile, trying to conceal the boiling nerves underneath. This was the day his stupid parole check-ins ended, and he could stop looking over his shoulder for someone snooping and checking up on him. He thought he could show that he had been on exceptional behaviour, except for the meetings he'd missed due to circumstances outside his control of course.
Plus, he was wearing a tie, and he hated wearing ties. Ties were a corporate noose. But if it made the parole board happy, then he'd put up with it for a couple of hours.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Will said, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Just wanna get it over with. I bet we have to wait ages, though."