"But I couldn't tell which were real and which were not," Will relented as he took a wavering drink of the break room coffee. The two had a moment after a case the next day. Beverly had seemed like a relatively good candidate for friendship- and as time passed it seemed like he needed that. May as well get into the thick of things, "It's frightening. Are you ever frightened?" (face the bastards meme)
Beverly kept her back turned as she listened to him speak, all the while fetching cream and sugar for her coffee. It was no secret that the Bureau was leery around Will -- ever since Greenwood, his behavior had set off several warning bells. That didn’t, however, mean that she necessarily shared in their view.
After mixing in her cream and sugar, Beverly turned back to face Will and leaned against the counter, idly curling her hands around the paper cup. “Of course I get scared,” she said. “It’s human to be afraid...to not know what’s coming. If I didn’t, I’d be a robot.” She offered a wry smile. “Have you talked to anyone else about this? Maybe Dr. Lecter? He’s kind of a stuffed shirt, but Jack seems to like him well enough. What does he have to say about your lapses in reality?”
In truth, it worried Beverly that Hannibal didn’t outwardly show any concern. Shouldn’t he? There was clearly something wrong with Will, and yet the older man kept things so close to the vest.
