There was a firm, but polite knock upon Will's door, the motel he was housed in for the moment lightweight in all ways and so unneeded of anything harsher. Hannibal waited until the door opened, revealing a bleary Will, and he offered a slight, genuine smile. "Good morning Will. May I come in?" He held a medium sized bag, full of their breakfast for today and various other things, looking as prim and proper as always. [ @collecterofchurchcollapses ]
He looks at Hannibal for a moment, wondering why he’s here so early. Jack had said Will was needed in an hour or two, not now. He wasn’t even dressed yet, still in his sleep shirt and underwear from having just woken up. He starts to look around, asking a simple “where’s Crawford?” Before finally looking back at Hannibal for an answer.
