"Exactly!" Malcolm says, shifting in his seat a little to face him, almost spilling tea in his enthusiasm but catching it. "Exactly! Like because he's an inmate, I can tell him what to do or something. He kept bringing that up, how he's an inmate and what he needs to do to graduate should be our priority, like it's not, for one thing, but also... how do you know what an inmate needs to graduate if you don't listen to what an inmate wants or needs when they tell you? I was over there the night before... the day from Hell because Will called me and asked me to come. Because he wanted me there when he was in distress. I didn't just... show up and start telling him how he should feel or something."