Sonny sits up, scowling, and sees Will sitting in a chair across the room. He's wearing jeans and a soft white shirt. There's three small bouquets in his lap.

"What do you say we go for a drive?" Will asks Sonny.

"Okay."

"Don't forget to put on a shirt and shoes."

"Where are we going?"

"I'll explain once we're on the road."

Will drives, and Sonny volunteers to have the flowers in his lap.

"I wanted to leave flowers for him. For Bill."

As his ancestor, Will thinks, as his father. "Thought you might want to pay your own visit."

Sonny doesn't reply.

"My grandma told me." Will goes on, "how Bill used to go to the cemetery once a year. He'd bring him flowers. This morning, when I came to change my clothes, she told me where in the mausoleum he is, and we picked these ourselves. I want to take flowers to Tom too."

Sonny picks up one of the bouquets, "Your token of sympathy?"

"If that's all we're actually able to do."

"What about the others?"

"Bill took them to his mother once a year too. I think a part of him always knew. He went to the river, every year on his birthday, and dropped flowers in the water. Grandma told me the exact spot."

Will drives a little fast, then finally slows down once they reach the cemetery. "I know you still can't fully understand him, understand me. If you don't want to do this, you can just wait here. I wouldn't blame you."

"Why are you doing it at all?"

"He's in me. Through family, and so much more. If I can find a way to accept who raised me, then I can find a way to accept this. To live with it."

Will stops the car, taking two of the bouquets. "It's a bit of a walk from here. Shouldn't take too long."

"I'm going with you."

Sonny gets out, but doesn't--as Will as expecting--reach for Will's hand. They make their way past the other graves, the statues, and the shadows cast by crosses.

Will stops right in front of a simple grave. There's so many names surrounding him, with just names and dates. His great grandfather is resting here, and so many others that are a part of him. But today, he's only here for one.

Will clutches tightly to the flowers. William "Bill" Horton, he reads. Blood of my blood, heart of my heart.

"My grandma, she told me Bill was a happy man, he had a good life. He was content. I know that doesn't completely make up for what happened, but if anything had gone differently...Well, to be honest, I don't see how I'd be standing right here next to you on this day."

Will starts to lay down the flowers, and Sonny closes his hands over his on the stems. They place them in front of the slab--the baby, the boy, the old man, together.

"He's far away from here." Will manages, voice thick, vision blurry as he turns away.

They walk through the sunlight, through the shadows, in complete silence.

The Horton Mausoleum is fairly big, big enough to have more than one crypt for all of their family members. The doors are well cared for, and on top of it is a fierce angel, holding a spear to caution all who enter.

"Cheerful." Sonny comments. "None went gently into that good night."

But instead of going in, they keep moving until they reach another.

He takes a glance around, before seeing the only concrete slab in the entire place. The plaque reads

Thomas Horton 1918-1941

"What is he doing here?"

"He was never forgiven." Will explains. "Not for marrying her, their baby, or his shameful death. They said it was an accidental drowning, but everyone knew it was suicide. But even when Adelaide wouldn't let him be buried in the mausoleum, she still wanted him buried on consecrated grounds. To do anything else would've made them look bad."

Sonny looks at the small building. "Bitch."

"He didn't have any grandparents, like me, to care about him. To kiss it all better. He had a stepbrother who hated him just for existing. He had money and power, education and privilege. But there wasn't love. Until Alice. And they took her too."

Will lays down the flowers for him. "He tried the best he could, but it ultimately wasn't enough."

"You're 10x a better man than he ever was. Smart, and resilient."

"I hope you're right. And I hope he can rest easy sooner than later. The flowers aren't gonna last long in this heat, but...well, it is what it is."

Will walks away without another word. Sonny stays behind for another moment, staring at the slab and flowers. Then, on complete impulse, takes a single flower out of the bouquet, and lays it on top of the tomb.

Will puts on his sunglasses, eyes starting to tear. "That was nice of you."

"It is what it is." This time, Sonny does take Will's hand.

They don't speak on the drive back. Nor does Marlena come out when Will parks in front of her apartment. Sonny atys silent as Will leads the way towards the river. SIlent, as Sonny remembers the way in the night, with a chill in the air, the moonlight, the hooting of an owl. And the pants of a killer and his accomplice.

"We can go back. You're looking really pale."

"No." Sweat pours down Sonny's back despite the chill under his skin. "I have to do this."

"Not much further."

There's flowers springing up along the edge of the narrow, beaten path. He focuses on them, their color and beauty. But when Will stops on the bank, Sonny's completely out of breath and disoriented.

"It happened here. Right here."

"I know. Bill came here, to this exact spot. He always knew, in his heart." This time Will hands Sonny the bouquet, pulling one single flower out.

Sonny lets the flowers fall into the river, watching the color and beauty, floating on the dirty water. "How many get to put flowers on their own grave?"

"I'm so sorry." Tears fall down Will's cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry." Will kneels, tossing the flower where it'll drift by itself. Will grabs Sonny's hand. "I will never be able to stop apologizing for hurting you."

"Stop." Sonny pulls him to his feet, into his arms. "It's okay."

"He didn't have hope. I didn't. Too much sadness, not enough hope. Not then, and not now."

"I think there's been enough grieving. Then, and now." Sonny tips Will's face, and says what's still inside him--inside Alice--the exact moment they'd taken flowers to Bill. "I forgive you."

"You're more forgiving than Alice was."

"Maybe. I'll bet anything that's why we keep coming back to each other. Giving us a chance to fix what we broke."

"Or break it all over again. I have something else I want to give you. Not here. Back at the mansion. It's only fitting I give it to you there."

"Okay." Sonny kisses Will's hand. "We're going to be okay."

"Getting there. If you don't mind, can we walk back? I need to sort myself out."

"Good idea."