[ Will glances towards the honey jar and after a moment, his lips twitch. ] Kind of you to offer, but I think I'll pass.
[ He'd read the file on Katherine Pimms; he'd had a hard time looking at honey the same way every since. Rather like how he feels about mushrooms.
As for the question 'fall from grace, or a becoming', Will stares down into his tea for a long minute, before he picks up the cup and shrugs. ]
I do not have an answer for that; not right this moment. [ He's not deliberately avoiding the question. He knows better than to try that with Hannibal. He is actually being ... open in acknowledging a truth. Will isn't sure how he feels, about how he felt in the breaths that came in the wake of Dolarhyde's death.
If he'd embraced the change as a becoming, he probably wouldn't have taken them over the cliff. That said, having found himself surviving the fall -at least for the moment- he doesn't feel angst over his actions, and how they made him feel.
After a sip of tea, he glances to the honey and then to Hannibal's face. Eye to eye contact. ]
Is the honey, shall we say, local? [ Does Hannibal have a lobotomized individual doing hive duty somewhere in his garden? ]
cw the entire thread lmao
[ He'd read the file on Katherine Pimms; he'd had a hard time looking at honey the same way every since. Rather like how he feels about mushrooms.
As for the question 'fall from grace, or a becoming', Will stares down into his tea for a long minute, before he picks up the cup and shrugs. ]
I do not have an answer for that; not right this moment. [ He's not deliberately avoiding the question. He knows better than to try that with Hannibal. He is actually being ... open in acknowledging a truth. Will isn't sure how he feels, about how he felt in the breaths that came in the wake of Dolarhyde's death.
If he'd embraced the change as a becoming, he probably wouldn't have taken them over the cliff. That said, having found himself surviving the fall -at least for the moment- he doesn't feel angst over his actions, and how they made him feel.
After a sip of tea, he glances to the honey and then to Hannibal's face. Eye to eye contact. ]
Is the honey, shall we say, local? [ Does Hannibal have a lobotomized individual doing hive duty somewhere in his garden? ]