[ It's something she's said before, but again- their dynamic was different. Will hears it, along with the weight of the words and what they hold for Shaw. He can feel the trembling warmth of a hand, reaching beyond the opaque plastic that covers Shaw's mind. In his own imagination, he secures the fingers between both of his own hands and clings to the simple warmth.

In reality, he looks up into her eyes and gives her a grateful smile. ]

Thank you. It's...likely, that I will. Let's talk about it again when I graduate.

[ Not 'if'. Not 'in the unlikely event'. ]

I know that I'd want to make sure of a few things first. Hopefully they'll be sorted out by then, but... [ He shrugs. Who knows what will happen before he graduates? ]