With a huff of a sigh, Rosinante nods his quiet thanks and takes Will's hand, then stuffs his cigarette back into his mouth so he can scratch at the side of his head, more out of frustration than any actual itch. It's been a long time since he's taken an opportunity to vent about much of anything, but this is one of those topics that will for sure get that anger flaring. A trip to the old gym and its punching bags might do him some good later today, that always helps in the rare times it's needed.

"Thanks. It's... fine. It's probably good for you to know these things, for context." If nothing else, it continues to fill in for Will why he and Law are so close and always will be, because he knows that probably has the potential to be awkward. Any life with him inevitably involves accepting that Law will be a part of that life too.

But Will has been good about that and so far the three of them have found some kind of balance, which he's constantly thankful for.

"I don't have much else to say about him, I guess. There's always more, but it's not important now. He's in prison with a sentence that should keep him there for life. And Impel Down is very secure. It's underwater and in one of the calm belts, so even if he somehow broke out, he's stuck."

Boy does he hope that's true, anyway. His sanity probably depends on it. But if that changes, at this point he may never know.