Will loved so few people. He could not even say that he actually knew what love was for all the darkness he absorbed and how his brain latched onto it. His empathic connecting to others did not translate to actually feeling for them. Except maybe... Well, he would have liked to think that he loved Abigail in the only fatherly way he understood. "I don't have family other than my dogs." And Abigail, but Will didn't say that out loud. At the hotel, he could be the protector he wanted to be of her. At the hotel, she wasn't dead.
Tilting his head to the side, Will studied him. "It is something you can learn in your..." He hated the term world or dimension. "... reality, but are not supposed to?" He supposed that made a lot of sense in some way- having no other context of the magic of his world.
A grin graced his typically sullen expression. "Find me or Winston, here, and I'll feed you. I should go take her for a walk, though." He nodded. "Next time."