Meanwhile, back with the law

[You know what job sucks? Being a parole officer for one of the Hildebrant boys. See, aside from the fact she's fairly certain both of them should really be in prison, and that Will never should have actually made parole, aside from this week, his behavior had at least meant she could deal with her other cases in relative peace.

...Until this week.

So right now she's staring at a stack of paperwork from the last two days that's followed her home, and she's really not looking forward to whatever the hell is going to be on her desk in the morning. Or the next time she has to go in to actually see this kid because she's worked that for whatever reason, nothing seems to stick to him anymore. Not that she's letting him know that.

But, as it is. She's home, dumping the stack of papers on the coffee table, and just. collapsing onto the couch. Clearly she needs brushies to be bothered.]