il_mostro | IC - INBOX/VOICEMAIL/TEXT/THREATENING LETTER

[Hannibal was putting the final touches on the tea, when his phone rang. He eased the device up to his ear, as he put the water on the stove to be boiled. He could not hide the smile in his voice, even if he wanted to.]

Yes, I know your voice, Will. [He would know it anywhere.] Are there rosebushes in the front?

There are indeed. You have very nice rosebushes outside, real cordial. Do I eh, wait for you to come to the door or?

[ Will twisted his face a little, though Hannibal couldn't see him do it, he could probably hear it in the way Will practically chewed out his words.

It wasn't some much that he was impatient, Will just wanted to get inside already. The Up was kind of intimidating, especially when people kept on looking at him like some stray dog. He collected them, he wasn't used to being one. ]

[Hannibal wiped his hands on his apron, and in response to Will's question, a few moments later he opened his own door. A brilliant smile came over his face, in seeing Will. Any Will was a good Will, but one who did not hate him on principle? Priceless.

He gestured for Will to enter, and closed the door behind him. Drinking Will in with his eyes.] Hello Will. It has been quite some time, for you and I to see one another again in the flesh."

[ Will didn't know what to expect when Hannibal answered the door. Part of him was almost excited, pleased even, in seeing a familiar face, a face he'd once called a friend. And then there was the confused part of him. The part that couldn't stop thinking about what he'd thought he'd done and how Hannibal would react. After all, Will recently threw up a human ear and was turning to the Doctor for guidance when he'd been pulled from that world and dropped into this one.
As Hannibal answered the door, Will felt a hitch in his chest, his breath catching. For so long that voice, that rich and smooth as velvet voice had been the narrator of Will's inner monologue. ]

Hannibal.

[ Said with a curt nod as he stepped in when offered. Walking past his old friend slowly and looking around the home. Of course it was far nicer than the shabby apartment Will was currently dwelling in but that was no surprise, Hannibal always seemed to enjoy the finer things in life, why would that differ here/ ]

It eh, it's been a while, yea. I- honestly, I didn't know where else to go.

[ Hands in his pockets as he turns once the door was closed behind him, looking at Hannibal with that nervous, awkward look he often wore across his expression. ]

[Ah Will, there was so much you did not know yet. About who that ear belonged to, about what lay ahead of you from the hands of the man who is gently guiding you inside his home. Of course, when Hannibal sees those hands he thinks fondly of all the horrific things that Will has done to him in turn. All that dark potential that he had just missed. Missed because he lacked that fantastic imagination -- and the ability to see that he was a lost man the moment Will Graham met his gaze without glasses on.]

Yes ... yes it has.

[In so many ways. He cannot tell Will yet of their last moment together on the cliff, but for now, he can be the comforting friend he was in the past.]

You know you are always welcomed sanctuary in my home, Will. No matter what.

[He gestured for Will to follow him back into his new kitchen - which was still the center of his universe.] How have you been settling in the Down?

[ Will followed. His eyes moved around the room, taking in the interior design, the layout and whatever paintings were on the walls, ornaments on shelves and tables. It felt very Hannibal. It was easy to see the Doctor had settled in just fine. ]

Thanks. I'm glad of it.

[ His thanks, an almost automatic reaction. Will had half expected Hannibal to turn him away, perhaps he didn't want to get caught up in the mess of a person Will was. There was the lure of freedom from him here, Hannibal was no obliged to even see Will professionally let alone as a friend. ]

I'm not settled in the slightest. I don't settle easy, I'm unsettled by default.

[ Will rambles on as he's led into the kitchen. Rubbing heavily at his eyes as he sighs deeply. ]

This place has me on edge. I can't look a single person in the eye without wondering what perverted thing they're thinking. It's normally bad enough but now... Heh.

[ Huffing out a strangled sound of laughter as he tosses Hannibal a look. It's not for long, eye contact was never this Will's thing. ]

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