[ week one ➝ hannibal ]

[sweats]

[ Tuesday morning finds Will in the kitchen, assuming Hannibal to be somewhere around here. He feels like he should be carrying more concern with him as he goes along but he's not. He feels lighter than he should be, having grown used to the strange people he might bump into at any second, even the woman he seems to be sharing a room yet (though he doesn't quite sleep in their room, taking light naps before sneaking off and loading up on caffeine. This isn't a sustainable option but it's the one he's using right now). He's also not making much of a point to befriend anyone here and he still isn't entirely convinced that this is -- that this is reality. It can't be, can it? If it is, he'll deal with it as he has to but right now, he sticks to his one vaguely anchoring point -- which is Hannibal.

Perhaps he's in a coma, he thinks. That would make quite a lot of sense.

When he spots him, he can't help the involuntary smile he gives before schooling it in something more subdued and he moves forward to pour himself some coffee, coming closer to where Hannibal prepares them breakfast. Them, of course. Since there's been an unspoken agreement to share meals together. He wonders if that's part of the fantasy too -- and what does that say about Will in turn? ]

Hey. You mentioned me to a teenager.

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[sating]

[ They've fallen into something of a routine here already, and of course Hannibal has no complaints with that. This was the sort of far of fantasy that he had held, though there is an absence in this version. He's cooking for two, but with each meal he prepares for the two of them, he does briefly entertain the thought that in another time, it might have been three. As he works on this morning's breakfast, he's thinking of that, because this is a nostalgic meal. This is what the Hobbs family had for their last meal. This is what he first made for Abigail. And today, it's what he makes for Will.

He's busily cooking when Will enters the kitchen, so he doesn't spare much more than a glance back Will's way to catch that smile. He smiles too as he turns his attention back to cooking, and he speaks warmly. ]

Good morning, Will.

[ He doesn't quite get a good morning back, but that's no surprise in itself. Instead, the surprise is that Will brings up. He laughs slightly, which may be the sign that Hannibal is in a particularly good mood. He sees no reason to hide that, after all. Will would know, one way or another, and Hannibal knows that Will wouldn't betray him. Not anymore. ]

I did. I assume that means you met Percy?