Alright. This was it. Will set the coffee down on a table with decade-old reading material on it, because he wasn't going to be allowed it in the hearing room anyway. His parole officer was waiting for him, and gave him a nod.
"Sit up straight, be respectful, don't speak when you're not asked to. Only answer the questions they give you, no more, no less." The parole officer clasped Will's shoulder a moment before they went in, because over the past year they'd grown to like the guy.
Will glanced over his shoulder at Tuck and Rob and flashed them a smile before he sat down in his chair and faced front, straightening his tie as the hearing commenced.