Will chuckles at the 'good job,' wondering if he'll get a gold star after managing to collect fifteen people he doesn't hate.

But the question has his attention moving on. "That and the talk we had afterward. I mean, we came through it okay? But it was skirting some of the same things that fell apart for me back home. And all of those people could hit that point pretty easily."

Will's not sure why he's taking it any differently now than he used to. No expectations lead to less disappointment, and he knows that. So he shrugs.