[ What system? The one he's been fair to maintain here? Lyney grumbles just a bit – defensive like he's on trial only because ... he reaches out to close the gaps that divides them. Keeps 'mistakes' from being made when want was but static in the air. They both feel it. ]

The only wrench is you kicking an inmate out later in curfew. Harmless stuff, really. [ Lyney sharply inhales when those fingers comb through his hair. Not quite as feline as his sister, Lyney still is stubborn as one. ] You make exceptions for comfort of other civilians. I heard about that wedding you allowed to happen here... My letters are the only thing I've asked for, curfew breaking is the only crime. Add a day to my sentence, if you must for fair compensation.

[ Downplaying it makes it feel simpler to digest. Want and safety all two elements that draw Lyney closer. It's different than his desire to prove himself to Father – a worthiness tight to his heart in different ways that he's still navigating against. ]

... Tell me to leave and I'll count the days until I never have to be in this tin can. It'll be the easy option, wouldn't it? [ But, Lyney finds the end of his tie, gripping onto the end of it tightly with a soft breath. ] I just do not believe easy was ever in the cards for people like us.