[Will keeps his focus away from Hannibal, specifically...right up until that all you cherish hits his ears. It's a slow turn of his head, nostrils flared and tension evident all over, face, shoulders, every part of Will Graham is drawn taut and on high alert. Palpable, how poorly he takes to the idea of Hannibal merely inquiring after those he cherishes, like that's not a warning. Abigail's name itself is enough to have his jaw setting, how dare he, how dare he.]
No need to wonder. I'm married.
[Which tells him nothing (no name, no face, obvious with his ring) and everything (married, such a big step to make, and without the normal wedding band he'd had with Molly, who he's yet to meet, yes Abigail is here but I don't know how to discuss her with you now) at the same time. When it comes to Hannibal, Will throws him bare bones knowing that they're so much more. That he's never had the proper guards to go toe-to-toe and fully win.
So he does the best he can, taking a deep breath to steady himself even as he looks ready to rip Hannibal apart with his bare teeth—but nothing unusual there, eh? Will stuffs his hands in his pants' pockets, arms framing that smile Hannibal left him, likely visible even under a layer of plaid and undershirt. But that little nick of a scar wasn't on Hannibal's face last time, was it? Perhaps Jack had gotten a slice in and Will didn't realize how deep it was, perhaps it didn't mean anything, perhaps it was just another small wound that did nothing in the grand scheme of bringing the battle to an end.]
Walk with me?
[He tilts his chin up, nodding down the sidewalk like Will knows of a place Hannibal might actually enjoy. Perhaps no one will pay him more attention there, but Will's here now. He doesn't need anyone else. And even though his words to Chilton about how he always carries a pocket knife these days ring through his ears, this is a public space and definitely not the time to start throwing about forgiveness.
He has a family on the line, Baltimore and not. He has reasons to behave now. He'll behave. He'll walk side by side with Hannibal Lecter, guide and guided at the same time, looking for all intents and purposes like he's found a dear old friend, if allowed. He'll be grateful, too, Freddie Lounds is no longer around to snap pictures of them and take the wrong cues. The boys are back in town, how long until she gets wind of horrifying murders, bodies missing their organs? No thanks.]
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No need to wonder. I'm married.
[Which tells him nothing (no name, no face, obvious with his ring) and everything (married, such a big step to make, and without the normal wedding band he'd had with Molly, who he's yet to meet, yes Abigail is here but I don't know how to discuss her with you now) at the same time. When it comes to Hannibal, Will throws him bare bones knowing that they're so much more. That he's never had the proper guards to go toe-to-toe and fully win.
So he does the best he can, taking a deep breath to steady himself even as he looks ready to rip Hannibal apart with his bare teeth—but nothing unusual there, eh? Will stuffs his hands in his pants' pockets, arms framing that smile Hannibal left him, likely visible even under a layer of plaid and undershirt. But that little nick of a scar wasn't on Hannibal's face last time, was it? Perhaps Jack had gotten a slice in and Will didn't realize how deep it was, perhaps it didn't mean anything, perhaps it was just another small wound that did nothing in the grand scheme of bringing the battle to an end.]
Walk with me?
[He tilts his chin up, nodding down the sidewalk like Will knows of a place Hannibal might actually enjoy. Perhaps no one will pay him more attention there, but Will's here now. He doesn't need anyone else. And even though his words to Chilton about how he always carries a pocket knife these days ring through his ears, this is a public space and definitely not the time to start throwing about forgiveness.
He has a family on the line, Baltimore and not. He has reasons to behave now. He'll behave. He'll walk side by side with Hannibal Lecter, guide and guided at the same time, looking for all intents and purposes like he's found a dear old friend, if allowed. He'll be grateful, too, Freddie Lounds is no longer around to snap pictures of them and take the wrong cues. The boys are back in town, how long until she gets wind of horrifying murders, bodies missing their organs? No thanks.]