It feels good, to have someone else validate the anger everyone else says you should keep punched down small. He thinks again of Erik, who was always in his corner, even when he was wrong. Plucking a blade of grass, he twists it in his fingers.

"Mom and dad weren't so impressed..."

They definitely hadn't thought that he handled it the right way. He wasn't supposed to be out partying at clubs anyway. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong company, wrong son. Sometimes Wilhelm misses them anyway, but he loves his freedom better. Despite everything, he thinks of what he has here as freedom.

"Yeah, how?" He leans in attentively.