Will felt a guilt towards you equal to the guilt he felt towards Abigail, so there was no question that you would be adopted by him too. You are quiet, eyes on the floor, hunched shoulders, quiet breathing and absolutely calm in the face of refusals. Will honestly wanted to give you a lot, but Jack's pressure, the damn investigation, Hannibal, the murders and hallucinations, the insomnia - all this made him ignore you and Abigail. He didn't want to. He honestly wanted to be a good parent, a guardian, but the whole world seemed to be against him.

And then Abigail disappeared, Jack began to press Will even more, and Hannibal seemed to add fuel to the fire. And in the midst of all this, you, a shy, traumatized teenager, afraid to displease and look into the eyes. Graham felt sorry for you.

This is one of the days that Will has sincerely stopped distinguishing due to lack of sleep. Some psycho is standing in front of him in his house, pointing a gun at him, giving orders, but Graham barely hears it. It's like everything is under water.

The next thing he sees is the intruder dropping his gun and a few seconds later falling to the floor on his stomach, lifeless. Blood is a red blot on the carpet. You're standing right behind him, your hands covered in blood, holding a knife. Will feels like he's coming out of the woodwork when he sees it. All sounds have returned to full volume. It seems that even that man is not so lifeless, judging by the sounds.