[an inside joke that Hannibal catches, eyes casting downward while memories of Sam's body, limp and expertly taken apart flood to the surface. he had mutilated him, torn into him as he tore into Gideon. he also made an attempt at keeping him as a guest for longer, but Sam made it near impossible after being fed his own flesh.
the look he holds is easily recognizable as the same one he has when reminiscing an especially tasty meal.]
Yes, you will.
[he leads them up through the market and path that reaches to his house. he never saw the need for pointless conversation and he doesn't make any now, and whenever silence may fall during their walk he takes it comfortably. just being around Will fills the void, it always has. his house looks better than Will probably remembers it - perfect in its replica, even when they step through the foyer. it hasn't yet been tainted by the hands of Dolarhyde.
having Will in his home brings back scents and memories and memories again. last gutted on his kitchen floor, now back to all pristine and shining floors, as if it never happened; nothing broken. the teacup has been brought back together again.
it feels domestic, he can taste it on his tongue.]
cw mentions of cannibalism/murder
the look he holds is easily recognizable as the same one he has when reminiscing an especially tasty meal.]
Yes, you will.
[he leads them up through the market and path that reaches to his house. he never saw the need for pointless conversation and he doesn't make any now, and whenever silence may fall during their walk he takes it comfortably. just being around Will fills the void, it always has. his house looks better than Will probably remembers it - perfect in its replica, even when they step through the foyer. it hasn't yet been tainted by the hands of Dolarhyde.
having Will in his home brings back scents and memories and memories again. last gutted on his kitchen floor, now back to all pristine and shining floors, as if it never happened; nothing broken. the teacup has been brought back together again.
it feels domestic, he can taste it on his tongue.]
Would you like some tea? Or something stronger?