[ It would be an interesting, deeply philosophical discussion to try to unwind where Jack Crawford's orders, and expectations had helped break the teacup. In the end, it didn't really matter. Will had still shattered in ways that would never allow him to to go back to a time before the teacup shattered. But it could be argued that both Jack and Hannibal had pushed the teacup off the counter.

Will protects himself through half-truths and certain point of view explanations. But in a genuine attempt to reciprocate the respect Carver is now showing, the smaller man gives a direct answer. One that acknowledges the fact that he had been in a serious fight before arriving here.

He has no plans to talk about Dolarhyde and what happened on the clifftop, but he is more inclined to disclose additional details, than he had been when Carver first asked. ]

Not any more. [ He turns his head slightly and nods towards where he'd woken up in the hospital bed. ] The medical facility was more than up to the task. Though I do wish they had shown at least a modicum of attention to my clothing.

[ For the record, and Carver may pick up on this, Will appreciates that question much more than the tedium of exchanging names. ]