Dr. Hannibal Lecter @cupidofiore - Tumblr Blog

*Will Graham stood at the door of his psychiatrist's office the one that just so happened to be assigned by the person causing him distress in the first place, rainwater dripped from Will's disheveled hair and on his jacket. He stands there breathlessly, waiting for the door to open and contemplating what to say*

The evening had been one of the quieter, Hannibal was in his office and had just said goodbye to one of his patients. His notebook was lying open on his desk when he heard the knock. Hannibal didn’t have to think long about who would stop by at this time. His gaze rested a little on the closed door, perhaps also because he was preparing for what to expect. With a slight sigh he got up and went to the door to open it for Will. When he stood breathless and completely wet clothes in front of him.

„Will. How do I get the honor?” Hannibal called him by his first name to make it easier for him. Because the empath was emotionally charged.

*Will's eyes widened slightly at the sound of his name, his heart racing in his chest. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it briefly to catch his breath. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his wet hair.* "Dr lecter I apologize for my sudden appearance but... I needed to see you."

Hannibal watched him and nodded slightly, “It’s okay. Come on in. I’ll see if I can find a towel. We don’t want you to get sick. Jack wouldn’t welcome that.” There was slight sarcasm in the voice when he mentioned Jack Crawford’s name. „But tell me, why did you really want to see me?“

*Will followed Hannibal into the office, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on Hannibal's face. He took the offered towel gratefully and began drying his hair.* "I... I can't talk about this with Jack Or anyone actually, I...can't seem to stop thinking, not just about one thing everything is too much"

Hannibal said nothing at first, he wondered what he was talking about there. But he was sure that Will would tell him right away. He took a seat at his armchair as usual, because it looked like both were now in a meeting that was simply not planned.

„Maybe you can tell me and what exactly you can’t talk about?”

*Will paused in drying his hair, taking a deep breath before continuing.* "Everything... The cases, the victims, the suspects. It's like their voices never stop and the visuals keep playing in my head on loop. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in it all and can't breathe." *Will stood up pacing, clearly overwhelmed by his job and other things*

„Hadn’t we been there already? The question is more how long do you want to stay in this cycle, Will? When do you want to change something?” Hannibal did not hesitate to address what Will did not want to admit. But Jack has always had his own policy when it came to his agents. But especially about Will Graham.

*Will's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and desperation as he looked at Hannibal. He sat down abruptly, the towel still in his hand.* "Change? How am I supposed to change when every case takes a piece of me? Every crime scene, every autopsy...it's like I'm becoming them." *Will looks at his psychiatrist with a look that could only be described as begging* "please Dr lecter...make it stop.."

The way Will looked at him, that was very obvious where it was about to lead. „I cant make it stop for you. The steps are on you alone, Will. Thats something i cant decide for you.“ Hannibal said with a clam voice. He felt that Will wanted his help but Hannibal wanted that Will wold start to make his first steps alone.

*Will's shoulders slumped as he heard Hannibal's words, his eyes filling with tears of frustration and despair.* "I...I can't do it alone. I'm drowning...and no one understands...no one except you." *He reached out, grabbing Hannibal's arm with a trembling hand.* "Please...Dr Lecter...help me."

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Hannibal’s gaze stayed steady on him, calm and controlled.

“Will, look at me,” he said quietly. “You are not drowning. You are overwhelmed, and you are tired. That is not the same thing.”

He let Will’s hand stay on his arm. He did not pull away.

“You are asking for help. That is already more strength than you think you have.”

A small pause.

“I will help you. But you must breathe, and you must stay with me. Tell me what feels the heaviest right now.”

*Will Graham stood at the door of his psychiatrist's office the one that just so happened to be assigned by the person causing him distress in the first place, rainwater dripped from Will's disheveled hair and on his jacket. He stands there breathlessly, waiting for the door to open and contemplating what to say*

The evening had been one of the quieter, Hannibal was in his office and had just said goodbye to one of his patients. His notebook was lying open on his desk when he heard the knock. Hannibal didn’t have to think long about who would stop by at this time. His gaze rested a little on the closed door, perhaps also because he was preparing for what to expect. With a slight sigh he got up and went to the door to open it for Will. When he stood breathless and completely wet clothes in front of him.

„Will. How do I get the honor?” Hannibal called him by his first name to make it easier for him. Because the empath was emotionally charged.

*Will's eyes widened slightly at the sound of his name, his heart racing in his chest. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it briefly to catch his breath. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his wet hair.* "Dr lecter I apologize for my sudden appearance but... I needed to see you."

Hannibal watched him and nodded slightly, “It’s okay. Come on in. I’ll see if I can find a towel. We don’t want you to get sick. Jack wouldn’t welcome that.” There was slight sarcasm in the voice when he mentioned Jack Crawford’s name. „But tell me, why did you really want to see me?“

*Will followed Hannibal into the office, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on Hannibal's face. He took the offered towel gratefully and began drying his hair.* "I... I can't talk about this with Jack Or anyone actually, I...can't seem to stop thinking, not just about one thing everything is too much"

Hannibal said nothing at first, he wondered what he was talking about there. But he was sure that Will would tell him right away. He took a seat at his armchair as usual, because it looked like both were now in a meeting that was simply not planned.

„Maybe you can tell me and what exactly you can’t talk about?”

*Will paused in drying his hair, taking a deep breath before continuing.* "Everything... The cases, the victims, the suspects. It's like their voices never stop and the visuals keep playing in my head on loop. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in it all and can't breathe." *Will stood up pacing, clearly overwhelmed by his job and other things*

„Hadn’t we been there already? The question is more how long do you want to stay in this cycle, Will? When do you want to change something?” Hannibal did not hesitate to address what Will did not want to admit. But Jack has always had his own policy when it came to his agents. But especially about Will Graham.

*Will's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and desperation as he looked at Hannibal. He sat down abruptly, the towel still in his hand.* "Change? How am I supposed to change when every case takes a piece of me? Every crime scene, every autopsy...it's like I'm becoming them." *Will looks at his psychiatrist with a look that could only be described as begging* "please Dr lecter...make it stop.."

The way Will looked at him, that was very obvious where it was about to lead. „I cant make it stop for you. The steps are on you alone, Will. Thats something i cant decide for you.“ Hannibal said with a clam voice. He felt that Will wanted his help but Hannibal wanted that Will wold start to make his first steps alone.

*Will Graham stood at the door of his psychiatrist's office the one that just so happened to be assigned by the person causing him distress in the first place, rainwater dripped from Will's disheveled hair and on his jacket. He stands there breathlessly, waiting for the door to open and contemplating what to say*

The evening had been one of the quieter, Hannibal was in his office and had just said goodbye to one of his patients. His notebook was lying open on his desk when he heard the knock. Hannibal didn’t have to think long about who would stop by at this time. His gaze rested a little on the closed door, perhaps also because he was preparing for what to expect. With a slight sigh he got up and went to the door to open it for Will. When he stood breathless and completely wet clothes in front of him.

„Will. How do I get the honor?” Hannibal called him by his first name to make it easier for him. Because the empath was emotionally charged.

*Will's eyes widened slightly at the sound of his name, his heart racing in his chest. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it briefly to catch his breath. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his wet hair.* "Dr lecter I apologize for my sudden appearance but... I needed to see you."

Hannibal watched him and nodded slightly, “It’s okay. Come on in. I’ll see if I can find a towel. We don’t want you to get sick. Jack wouldn’t welcome that.” There was slight sarcasm in the voice when he mentioned Jack Crawford’s name. „But tell me, why did you really want to see me?“

*Will followed Hannibal into the office, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on Hannibal's face. He took the offered towel gratefully and began drying his hair.* "I... I can't talk about this with Jack Or anyone actually, I...can't seem to stop thinking, not just about one thing everything is too much"

Hannibal said nothing at first, he wondered what he was talking about there. But he was sure that Will would tell him right away. He took a seat at his armchair as usual, because it looked like both were now in a meeting that was simply not planned.

„Maybe you can tell me and what exactly you can’t talk about?”

*Will paused in drying his hair, taking a deep breath before continuing.* "Everything... The cases, the victims, the suspects. It's like their voices never stop and the visuals keep playing in my head on loop. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in it all and can't breathe." *Will stood up pacing, clearly overwhelmed by his job and other things*

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„Hadn’t we been there already? The question is more how long do you want to stay in this cycle, Will? When do you want to change something?” Hannibal did not hesitate to address what Will did not want to admit. But Jack has always had his own policy when it came to his agents. But especially about Will Graham.

*Will Graham stood at the door of his psychiatrist's office the one that just so happened to be assigned by the person causing him distress in the first place, rainwater dripped from Will's disheveled hair and on his jacket. He stands there breathlessly, waiting for the door to open and contemplating what to say*

The evening had been one of the quieter, Hannibal was in his office and had just said goodbye to one of his patients. His notebook was lying open on his desk when he heard the knock. Hannibal didn’t have to think long about who would stop by at this time. His gaze rested a little on the closed door, perhaps also because he was preparing for what to expect. With a slight sigh he got up and went to the door to open it for Will. When he stood breathless and completely wet clothes in front of him.

„Will. How do I get the honor?” Hannibal called him by his first name to make it easier for him. Because the empath was emotionally charged.

*Will's eyes widened slightly at the sound of his name, his heart racing in his chest. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it briefly to catch his breath. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his wet hair.* "Dr lecter I apologize for my sudden appearance but... I needed to see you."

Hannibal watched him and nodded slightly, “It’s okay. Come on in. I’ll see if I can find a towel. We don’t want you to get sick. Jack wouldn’t welcome that.” There was slight sarcasm in the voice when he mentioned Jack Crawford’s name. „But tell me, why did you really want to see me?“

*Will followed Hannibal into the office, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on Hannibal's face. He took the offered towel gratefully and began drying his hair.* "I... I can't talk about this with Jack Or anyone actually, I...can't seem to stop thinking, not just about one thing everything is too much"

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Hannibal said nothing at first, he wondered what he was talking about there. But he was sure that Will would tell him right away. He took a seat at his armchair as usual, because it looked like both were now in a meeting that was simply not planned.

„Maybe you can tell me and what exactly you can’t talk about?”

*Will Graham stood at the door of his psychiatrist's office the one that just so happened to be assigned by the person causing him distress in the first place, rainwater dripped from Will's disheveled hair and on his jacket. He stands there breathlessly, waiting for the door to open and contemplating what to say*

The evening had been one of the quieter, Hannibal was in his office and had just said goodbye to one of his patients. His notebook was lying open on his desk when he heard the knock. Hannibal didn’t have to think long about who would stop by at this time. His gaze rested a little on the closed door, perhaps also because he was preparing for what to expect. With a slight sigh he got up and went to the door to open it for Will. When he stood breathless and completely wet clothes in front of him.

„Will. How do I get the honor?” Hannibal called him by his first name to make it easier for him. Because the empath was emotionally charged.

*Will's eyes widened slightly at the sound of his name, his heart racing in his chest. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it briefly to catch his breath. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his wet hair.* "Dr lecter I apologize for my sudden appearance but... I needed to see you."

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Hannibal watched him and nodded slightly, “It’s okay. Come on in. I’ll see if I can find a towel. We don’t want you to get sick. Jack wouldn’t welcome that.” There was slight sarcasm in the voice when he mentioned Jack Crawford’s name. „But tell me, why did you really want to see me?“

*Will Graham stood at the door of his psychiatrist's office the one that just so happened to be assigned by the person causing him distress in the first place, rainwater dripped from Will's disheveled hair and on his jacket. He stands there breathlessly, waiting for the door to open and contemplating what to say*

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The evening had been one of the quieter, Hannibal was in his office and had just said goodbye to one of his patients. His notebook was lying open on his desk when he heard the knock. Hannibal didn’t have to think long about who would stop by at this time. His gaze rested a little on the closed door, perhaps also because he was preparing for what to expect. With a slight sigh he got up and went to the door to open it for Will. When he stood breathless and completely wet clothes in front of him.

„Will. How do I get the honor?” Hannibal called him by his first name to make it easier for him. Because the empath was emotionally charged.

*Will Graham stood at the door of his psychiatrist's office the one that just so happened to be assigned by the person causing him distress in the first place, rainwater dripped from Will's disheveled hair and on his jacket. He stands there breathlessly, waiting for the door to open and contemplating what to say*

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When @willgrahamrper says he helps you more often as other think. "Where do you help me more? You got me all curious."

When @cupidofiore thinks he doesn’t need as much help as you do. “Hannibal, you have your own demons that I’ve helped you fight off, not just the little mishaps with your tie~”

"I shall agree on that and look where we are." Maybe he doesn't wanna see it for now since he is still Hannibal and with his past.

“You are lovely, Hannibal.” Will spoke softly while he looked at the other and lightly rubbed over his arm. Inhaling deeply while he pursed his lips and glanced down at his own lap.

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(( That gif....))

"Lovely..." Hannibal said with a honest chuckle. "Do you still feel how I marked you? How the scar reminds you how much we are intertwined with each other? It's an ugly scar, but shows so very clear the darkness what lays between and in us."

When @willgrahamrper says he helps you more often as other think. "Where do you help me more? You got me all curious."

When @cupidofiore thinks he doesn’t need as much help as you do. “Hannibal, you have your own demons that I’ve helped you fight off, not just the little mishaps with your tie~”

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"I shall agree on that and look where we are." Maybe he doesn't wanna see it for now since he is still Hannibal and with his past.

You don’t want me to have anything in my life, that’s not you. Hannibal 2.12 Tome-wan

@willgrahamrper

When @willgrahamrper says he helps you more often as other think. "Where do you help me more? You got me all curious."

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((That is when @willgrahamrper needs to help me.))

"I can't deny that I enjoy or find it fascinating how you find your way to me. @willgrahamrper."

“Clearly my mind always wanders back to you. You’re a thought that has plagued my mind and will probably forever plague my mind. My subconscious is drawn to you.”

"You always have the option to leave this bond, but your curiosity and desire to understand me keeps you captive. Like the moth that seeks light." Said Hannibal and looked directly into his eyes, which was not even possible before, but now there were more and more moments where such moments between Will and him were possible, maybe this time as well.

“Who said I’d want to leave it?” Will questioned softly. Arms crossed over his chest while his eyes were transfixed on the other before him. “The moth might also seek the light as a way of guidance to the right direction.” He mumbled and cocked his head slightly. “A desire that’s not easily satiated.” He trailed off and gradually leaned back. Eventually meeting Hannibal’s gaze and maintaining eye contact for a few moments and then glancing elsewhere.

"Jack or Alana would think I was manipulating you. So does it feel right to be like the moth attracted to the light even if it burns its wings?" Hannibal asked curiously, it's always been a game between the two cat and mouse.

"Honesty Will, why is this bond so special?" Because Hannibal was searching that one who would be able to see who he really was and this meant to walk in a dangerous path.

“Their thoughts are their own. They can believe wherever they’d like and it would not impact us and how we feel about each other.” Will trailed off and chuckled lightheartedly, “The moth reminded me of Icarus.” He shook his head dismissively while he tapped his fingers over his thighs. “If either one of them get too close they will get burnt. It’s their choice.”

“It’s different. You..are different. I can’t say interesting but you seem to keep me wondering what you will do and say next. I think you feel more or less the same way. You’re not interested or intrigued.. but more so curious as to where this will go. What will happen to the both of us.” Will exclaimed softly and raised his brow.

"What happens when you burn your wings? Unless you trust me enough not to let you get too close to that light." Will was partly right, and Hannibal felt them both moving together on the same ground and at eye level. He rarely let anyone go there. "At least I'm ready to say I opened the door to me, the question is will you accept this gift." He said and went to a cupboard with some good old wine. "Would you like to share a glass with me?"

“If my wings were to burn it would be because I was too blind to notice how close I was getting. Or maybe it would be because regardless of the consequences it would be worth it to have closeness. To be understood in a way that no one else ever could. It would be no one’s fault but my own.” Will spoke softly and let his eyes flicker down to his hands. “I will accept it with open arms and a leap of faith.” He rambled on softly and eventually tapped his fingers along his thighs. “Yeah- a glass sounds nice-“ He mumbled while the sides of his mouth lifted just slightly. The faintest hint of a smile now on his face.

For Hannibal a rare smile he saw on Will's lips and only there for him. "I only can protect you so far as it's possible for me. If it's enough, you will decide on your own." He said watching him he tapped this finger's along his thighs. Hannibal poured them a glass of wine for both and handed him one. "Do you like the taste of wine or, is it more the other taste you like?" And he meant the whiskey of it. Then he took back his seat across from him near the fire place and leaned back. "You accept it with open arms even, you know what consequences will come. You make really often wonder. Especially since you are so close with Jack and Alana. Are you going to be with me or them?"

Will was intrigued by how the other seemed to talk to him. A soft hum of acknowledgement coming from him while he leaned back into the chair. “You’ve done quite a bit to prove that you care for the most part. I don’t trust easily. I’m sure no one truly does. But you seem to break down my walls almost with ease.” He murmured as his eyes wandered over Hannibal. “Yes. It’s my decision,” he confirmed with a small portion of confidence and nodded. “I love the bitterness. The sting and warmth as it flows down your throat. That aftertaste that leaves your mouth a tad bit dry and craving more of it to quench the dryness.” He rambled on and shrugged his shoulders. “I am going to be with you. Although I trust them wholeheartedly I feel like you understand me and I can understand you. I don’t feel like Jack or Alana could understand me the same way that you do. We are..more alike than I’m willing to admit.” He exhaled deeply and took a small swig of the wine. “How do you feel about all of this? Well- let me phrase it differently. How do you feel about me?”

He definitely had to correct him there, "I don't break your walls that easily it's just very rare that we meet someone who is able to see what is under our surfaces and who is willing to walk further. You decided to walk further, the curiosity about me pulled you closer as everyone around you would consider healthy." His eyes were fixed in the empath, eyes lingering on him as a secret lover probably would do but with the deepest respect.

"They will never see you like the way I see you. But by seeing me and telling me you come with me you know the life will not be the same anymore. Don't betray me." He said with a soft rumble in his voice and looked out of the window.

And then there was the question, Hannibal knew it would come way or another but he didn't thought it would be that early. "If there would be a feeling what comes close what I call caring and how I define love to another human being, what is a rare for me I would give that as gift to you. Would that be enough for you? Seeing you on the same eye level with me and give a love like that?" Because he knew that how he was and also with others never was enough. He was better if you would stay alone.

“I step closer to you even now. By being here with you. Sharing a drink with you. We teeter on the line of friendship and romantic intimacy, Hannibal.” Will mumbled as he took another swig and cleared his throat. “Curiosity had taken me quite far with you hasn’t it? Just as it had taken you as far.” He spike softly. Calmly. With no hint of any spite or sarcasm. No playful banter. The discussion was serious and Will treated it as such.

“I’m aware that life won’t be the same. Decisions have consequences, I’m well aware of that fact. I wouldn’t dream of betraying you but I need to know that you won’t betray me as well. The feeling is mutual, Hannibal. I want your trust and I have to earn it and the same goes for you as well.” He mumbled faintly and swirled the wine in it’s glass. “You and I are on an entirely different level that most people could never comprehend. But we can.”

“Are you saying that you’re in love with me, Hannibal?” Will inquired lowly as he slowly stood up. With the wine glass in hand He began approaching the other and let his eyes wander over the man before him. “But- it would be enough. More than enough. I want to be your equal and more. I have a feeling you want me to be your everything. You want nothing more than to be understood and wanted. Loved. Romantically-“ he trailed off and sighed to himself. “I can provide that. I’m not sure how well I could considering my track record of..lovers but I could certainly try my absolute best for you if they means anything. I want to be with you, Hannibal.”

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"I'd rather say it's a different kind of love I feel than you'll ever feel. It's not romantic, at least not in the traditional sense. We meet on a level where we can't live without each other, but again both would prefer to be without the other. I can't deny that I'm at a point where I would have you by my side, but I wonder at what cost. I've never had anyone by my side, Will." Hannibal was honest, gently placing his hand on Will's shoulder.

"I won't betray on you, I give you my word here. I see that you treat me with honesty, so do I." And let his hand linger on his shoulder some more. It felt right and Hannibal maybe had missed this honest contact with someone he could actually trust.

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Will’s eyes lidded as his breathing eventually began slowing. His grandeur delusions became more frequent as time passed. Horrifying dreams that led to sleep walking. Odd lapses in time ranging from a couple of minutes to hours. Not to mention the constant looming figure of the man he had killed coming to haunt his every waking moment. He was fine when the first kill from the Chesapeake Ripper had occurred. But being so heavily submerged in his work cost him almost everything. One dreadful night he even had a mild seizure and eventually wound up in the hospital. But at this moment he didn’t know what to think. He was lost in his thoughts. His breathing was labored and he seemed to be in his bed. Sweat dripping from his forehead. His chest. Seemingly everywhere. Now slowly taking the time to tilt his head toward the clock. 2 AM.

“Fuck..” he spoke softly to himself and lifted himself up from the bed. Lightly rubbing his face and letting his hands linger for just a moment. He needed that brief moment to ground himself. Gulping harshly while he walked to his fridge and took a look inside. A few bottles of water. Some leftover food. Other drinks. He could only sigh to himself while he grabbed a bottle of water and practically chugged it. He was incredibly thirsty and felt as though he was losing his mind. Though he could only focus on one pressing matter at a time. He had to visit Hannibal. He needed to find some way to rationalize what was happening to him. He needed something. Anything at all. Hannibal wouldn’t be awake right now would he?.. there was only one way to find out for certain. So he quickly washed his face and got dressed in his usual attire with his messy hair. A simple dark button up along with some decent fitting pants. As he fixed himself up at least a little bit his mind seemed to wander.

At the blink of an eye he seemed to already be at Hannibal’s residence. “What?” He inquired softly to himself. Briefly looking around and even opening the door to look out and see if his car was there. It was. He drove all the way here and didn’t even realize it? He huffed and weakly knocked at his door. Part of him dreaded his decision but the other desperately wanted the other to open the door. It was only after a few moments later that he was second guessing his decision. Pursing his lips while he checked the time. It was quite early in the morning anyway. He shouldn’t expect the other to simply hop out of bed and help him so eagerly. As his mind was bombarded with numerous thoughts of Hannibal he hardly registered the fact that the door had opened until he heard the others soft voice near him. Now picking his head up and inhaling deeply. “Dr. Lecter. I..apologize for the abrupt visit. I know we never schedule this early but.. I thought this was a bit urgent.” He spoke in a hushed voice. His voice seeming a bit gruff as he fumbled with his hands a bit. Clenching and unclenching them while he inhaled deeply.

“Come in..” Hannibal spoke quietly and stepped aside for Will to enter. Once he did so he closed the door behind him and took a seat. “So, tell me Will.” paused and cleared his throat, “Your mind is coming to horrifying conclusions isn’t it?..I remember we spoke about your brief lapses in time. Chunks of time.. completely gone. A sign of dissociation. I can only wonder how you must feel. You feel like you are no longer in control of your thoughts. You used to be able to handle things in your every day life. No questions of how you wound up here or there. Though now..you’ve truly lost control of that. Do you even remember how you got here? You seem..a bit perplexed.” His words rung in Will’s ears for a bit too long. Lingering in his head while he parted his lips to speak. “No I don’t. That’s one of the reasons I came,” Will trailed off and rubbed his temples. “Sanity is a virtue, Dr. Lecter..everyone has it in the beginning.. but the world can be so cruel that the sanity that we possess in the beginning slowly starts to slip away from us. That is.. until we are but an empty shell of who we used to be.” He whispered and looked down at his hands that dangled near his knees. Now clasping then together and fumbling with his thumbs. His heart was racing in his chest. He could hardly focus on the session.

Though he could focus on the influx of Hannibal’s voice. The subtle movements he made with his facial features. The way he seemed so at ease leaned back against his chair. He seemed to be fixated on him. It was to the point where he could hardly keep his eyes off of him. He wanted Hannibal to speak. He wanted to simply listen to him. Listen to every word he spoke. How it came out of from his lips. What little movements he would make as they sat across from each other. Now his eyes drifted to Hannibal’s hands. Calloused. Yet he remembered feeling them on his face. How gentle his touch was. He craved that. He wanted his touch again. He wanted his touch in ways he couldn’t even fathom. All he knew now was that he wanted Hannibal. All of him. Every inch of him.

“Will?..” The man with the soothing accent spoke, prompting him to snap out of his daze and compose himself. “Right- I’m sorry. It’s still early and- it’s been a rather long night.”

Hannibal had long noticed that Will was making a change in his health condition, but instead of doing something about it, he was more intrigued and wanted to watch the development. For him, this ailment was welcome as it was even easier to mold him than before.

He knew when to intervene because he didn't want to lose the empath, but wanted to push him to the edge that he was open enough to Hannibal and his world. But when Will suddenly stood in front of his door that night, he hadn't expected it. Had Will's condition worsened faster than planned? It would destroy some of Hannibal's plans.

But the look of a trained doctor was enough that Will was still in the orange zone of his health condition. But he didn't want to let him suffer completely and now he gave him something for his pain. "Will, stay with me." He said in a soothing voice and observed Will very closely, despite his illness, it wasn't hidden from him that Will's thoughts were somewhere else. He gently took his hands and talked to him.

"I can offer you my guest room. You've been sleep walking again. That's happening more and more often now. How do you feel?" Even though he was asking all these questions and wanting to show some semblance of caring, all Hannibal was thinking about right now was how far this state would go. But Will didn't know that. Will hadn't influenced him enough to completely impress Hannibal, either.

He was fascinated, that if he would shaped this man more, he could possibly see Hannibal. It wasn't even about changing Hannibal, because he knew it wasn't possible but that Hannibal was able to find someone who understood and give him the rare gift of seeing a side of Hannibal without his personsuit.

Will’s hands trembled almost violently while he looked down at his hands. Fists quickly forming while he shut his eyes tightly and pursed his lips. “Hannibal-“ he trailed off. Taking a few moments in an attempt to ground himself somehow and opening his eyes to look at the other. “Right- I’m sorry. I’m here.” He mumbled lowly and reassured himself for a few moments. He had to or else he knew very well that he wouldn’t calm down. That this whole situation would spiral if he didn’t get himself in control. “I feel- lost. I feel like I’m losing myself- Hannibal- I can’t even control it. I can’t control this.” He exclaimed in a panic and went to rub his head a bit. Tilting his head down while his eyes fluttered shut. No words came from him at this time. His hands while almost still with the exception of the tremors. “I don’t know what to do- I’m losing myself. I’m getting worse and worse.” He exclaimed in a hurried manner. “I am looking at an entirely different man in the mirror I-“

Will paused briefly. Swallowing harshly while he inhaled deeply. A feeble attempt at calling himself while his mind was sinking. Spiraling into his thoughts. “I feel like I’m going crazy- that’s how I feel-“ he spoke sternly. His tone bordering between stern and aggressive. “I don’t want to feel like this.” He shook his head rapidly. One hand reaching up to grip a bit of his hair and grit his teeth. He needed to get himself together. Immediately. His breathing stammering and his eyes shut tightly. “Sleep walking- I’m at your place, Hannibal. I love in Wolftrap, Virginia.” He spoke with a scoff, “This is beyond sleep walking. Driving. Being completely unaware of any of it. I was at home and then I was here. I was right here and it doesn’t make any sense- what time is it?” He inquired as he lifted his head to take a look. “How much time did I lose this time?” He inquired worriedly. “An hour? Two? Four? I haven’t looked at the time yet so I really wouldn’t know yet.” He whispered while he exhaled shakily and cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong with me?” He inquired softly. His eyes darting around as he settled near the chair that he commonly sat at. His hand tightly gripping at the arm and settling down in it. Restlessly rocking his leg and hunching over once he sat down. He couldn’t possibly get comfortable. Not now. Not with everything that was going on. That would be close to impossible at this point. So he simply bounced his leg and set both hands on his knees. “I’m trying my hardest to calm myself down, I promise I am. I’m not in the best condition..” he chuckled hoarsely and closed his eyes. “I’ll be fine though- I’m sure. This will all blow over and I’ll be fine.” He falsely reassured himself. Clearly to no prevail. “Damn it- if I just went back to bed maybe it wouldn’t be this bad. It wouldn’t.” He muttered. He blamed this on himself. For the time being it was his fault. If he had just thought about what he was doing. If he had thought before acting he could have prevented this. But he didn’t.

He understood Will's condition very well and despite the fact that his ambitions between him as a friend and seeing the others as some kind of experiment, Hannibal tried to be close to him at that moment and to help him on his terms.

"We all see in the mirror at a certain point a different me from ourselves, an echo. I, too, see someone else over the years than what I used to be. Maybe what you see in the mirror isn't as bad as you think you should rest for the night." He said and now helped him up to lead him into the guest room. He wondered if he should escort him, take care of him.

"Do you want me to stay with you over the night?" It was a question, he asked more carefully now not knowing if the other even wanted his company in this state. "I would simply sleep in the chair and you will rest in the bed and I can watch over you if you your state would suddleny change or you sleep walk again." He also thought that he shall give him a little sedative to keep him in a better deeper sleep but also to watch him better what was really happening.

Will sighed from exhaustion. Rubbing his hands over his face while he shook his head weakly. “Hannibal- what time is it?” He inquired while he shifted around to look at a clock or early anything to get a sense of what time it was. “What I see in the mirror is a reflection of someone else entirely.” He muttered lowly and leaned back for a few moments. Leaning against one of the chairs and resting hands against the edge of the arms. I’m fine- Hannibal. Really. I’ll be fine. I should probably stay up anyway. I’ll need to go to work soon.” He mumbled faintly. Clearly not fully knowing what time it was. He at least understood it was early at this point. “Maybe if I stay up I won’t have to worry about the nightmares or the sleepwalking. My problem would be solved for the most part.”

“Yes please.” Will spoke weakly. He seemed incredibly exhausted and didn’t look like his usual self. Nowhere near it. “Maybe having your company would calm me. I’m not entirely sure but it’s an optimistic thought.” He slowly wandered around his office now. From the chair to Hannibal’s desk. His fingers grazing over the material and gradually making his way over to the ladder. Leaning his back against it while he closed his eyes, “I wish things were different, Hannibal. I wish I was able to go to sleep and stay asleep. To not have to worry about nightmares. Losing time. Not having to think about your regrets. Garret Jacob Hobbs is still in my mind. He’s still here, Hannibal. He’s here.” He quickly exclaimed. His words speeding up the more he elaborated. His eye movements rapid and inconsistent. “I just want things to go back to normal, Hannibal. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”