[Not on Will's watch. He understands that Jeff is, most likely, just tossing out a scenario, horsing around, isn't really thinking much about what he says with that, but Will frowns and momentarily tenses just the same. People being drugged and locked away aren't a newspaper story or movie plot to Will, he's known them. And as long as he has any say in the matter, that is a thing of the past. Or, at least, a thing for Baltimore. Not here.]

April and I could could go out for dinner nearby and you can text if you feel we need to step in. Or meet up outside after—bump into each other. She can't drug you and take you home right in front of us.

[Normal enough conversation over lunch, really, but Will means every word. He'd do whatever it took to make Jeff feel comfortable, as long as he could actually do it. Will adopts some people more than he does others, always observant and watchful of what uses they may have for later on. Uses that might be positive, uses that might be very negative, but still something useful. Jeff and he already seem to have a rather tightly knit bond, as far as Will can tell, though that doesn't mean there's any harm in strengthening it, adding on. No skin off Will's back, plenty of gain to collect. Who doesn't win?]