It's like standing at the edge of a docck, only cold wind coming in, and the night sky melting into the surface of the water, so that it was all he could see.

He's still for as long as he can stand it, then lowers his gaze. Graham takes another step away from the bars, but doesn't turn.

It's not until then that he realizes, even with the line of bars between them, he's unwilling to turn his back to Dr. Lecter.