He waits a brief moment before looking to see Will’s reaction at his use of the word ‘friends’. He’s used it before, but not at all after Will’s temporary arrest. Not after his becoming. Hannibal does truly believe that they’re friends, they’ve been friends for so long now, but they’ve become more after all they’ve been through. What exactly they are, the doctor can’t say. There isn’t a word for it.
“The library? That suits you.” A faint sparkle shines in brown eyes at that - how very like Will to hole himself up somewhere surrounded by people in search of knowledge. The quiet and peacefulness should do him wonders, as well. “Motsuyaki. A Japanese dish, primarily served in street stalls. It’s gut, primarily, though these also include stomach and lung. I thought they would make good snacks for the students, as well as a simple enough lesson.”
Hannibal gracefully folds his hands in front of him, body fully turned toward Will as he absorbs the truth of things. Hannibal’s time with the FBI was only very briefly about learning how to avoid capture or arrest - it quickly became about growing closer to Will. His leaving was to see just how strong their bond had become, and the fact that Will followed Hannibal all the way here… well, there’s no better evidence.
“I didn’t lure you anywhere, Will. You followed me of your own choosing, I simply left a trail that would be easy enough to follow.” A confident smirk twitches his lips upward, just for the briefest moment before he returns to a more neutral expression. It’s growing increasingly difficult to maintain his stature around Will, and Hannibal has to actively remind himself to keep composed. “It’s a shame about your dogs; I know they mean the world to you. I have a condo, and if you’d like, I’m certain I can take them in. Naturally, you would be welcome to visit them whenever you’d like.” Hannibal enjoys hosting Will, and just picturing spending time together in a more casual setting sounds wonderful. “I also run my practice from home, so it would be killing two birds with one stone.”
a brow quirks and a brief glance is given, enough to catch the sparkle in those dark eyes. did the library suit him? was he so predictable? it wasn't so much as being around the books and knowledge of them but more of the quiet place that should have minimum social interaction. he couldn't return to teaching, not what he used to lecture anyway. nothing else really held his interest long enough.
his eyes wonder back to the dish for a moment before he turns to look around the empty classroom. "what students?" the tone of his voice cracks with amusement in the empty classroom, nothing else there but the tune of a piano on record and the sizzling of meat. just Hannibal Lecter and him.
as full attention is turned toward him Will reciprocates and faces the man. pride leaks from Hannibal's mouth like a poisonous gas that fills Will's lungs. suffocating. eye contact is lost as he looks at those lips, that smirk. suffocating tension.
Will turns his head away with a soft sigh and a lick to dry lips. its getting increasingly difficult to keep his distance from Hannibal both physically and mentally. mentally, he's already failed. "yes, it is a shame." he speaks up, leaving the topic of lures and following alone for now. he had been well aware of the game Hannibal was playing when he left and still he followed, like the foolish trout biting the bait.
his dogs would be alright without him, he trusted Alana enough to take care of his dogs even if she hated him. though a glance is given to Hannibal once more at the mention of bringing them in. the offer to house his dogs brings a small smile to his face. of course he would be welcome to visit them whenever he liked. "you don't have to have a condo full of dogs to get me to visit." Will says with amusement and since he's feeling too strong of a pull toward this man he decides to physically step away. Will walks around to the opposite side of the table and drags his finger tips across the counter-top as he moves. "Naturally, we'll be resuming my therapy anyway. You might be a little busy here at the school though, so perhaps he should take that back to once a week?" He glances up at Hannibal from across the table.
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