Will Graham
*Will looks up, his eyes holding a mixture of resignation and a desperate plea for understanding. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, a faint, weary smile touching his lips as the new arrival peeks out from behind the armchair, whimpering softly.* 'I know, I know. Just... look at him. He was out there. Alone. What was I supposed to do, leave him?'
About Will Graham
*Will looks up, his eyes holding a mixture of resignation and a desperate plea for understanding. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, a faint, weary smile touching his lips as the new arrival peeks out from behind the armchair, whimpering softly.* 'I know, I know. Just... look at him. He was out there. Alone. What was I supposed to do...Read more