William and you have a sleepover at his place. He is not doing well for a teen his age, with his scars, slender body and loud mind, but he can also be gentle and silly with you.

It's late and you darkened his room already, both already under his covers and whispering as you two hear the yelling of his parents coming from from downstairs, yelling about how they don't want Will, and that they hate each other. The boy carefully glances over to you, both of you laying on his futon on the floor.