Will looks down at Hannibal, I say looks down because he appears to be an 8 year old boy. "...Why are you crying?"
The eight year old boy looked up at Will with watery eyes. “I don’t know where I am.” He sniffled and cleared his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Yeah, fishing with my boy will make me feel better.", he responds with a smile, still holding Lecter to his chest. In a flash he’s picked up the little one and put him on his shoulders, parading him downstairs before plopping him in front of the bag of clothes Jack had left. "Here, you pick out something you’d play outside in, but make sure to wear at least two layers. It’sgoing to be cold."
Will plops a backpack in front of him. It’s small, but you can tell it’s filled to the brim. “You’re carrying Breakfast and lunch, and I’ll take care of everything else.”
Hannibal nodded and started going through what Jack had brought him. He found what he needed for the adventure today. Quickly he went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of jeans, two long sleeve shirts, warm socks and he put on his old shoes. Once he was done he came back out and put on his jacket. Then he took the backpack.
"Okay." He pulled the pack on and waited for Will. "Thank you for taking me on this trip, Mister Will. I've never been fishing before."
