Yes, still His.
That part hadn't changed. They'd both grown a little older, though it only showed by a grey hair here or there. Will had grown a little more still. He stood straighter when he walked, his face lacked the worry lines Hannibal had become so accustomed to and from the look in his eyes, it had been months since his last nightmare.
Hannibal, of course, had not changed all that much, if at all, not counting the hairs. No three-piece-suit, of course, but Will doubted there was another inmate in this facility that wore that suit with such dignity. It was not a shame to Hannibal, being caught. He must have known once Will entered the picture that there would be a risk. The biggest shame was the lack of appropriate food.
And besides, they'd only gotten him on a few of the many, many "crimes" he'd committed over the years.
Both men stared at each other, neither one of them inclined to make the first word. Will was not like Fredrick. No poking or prodding. He knew the intelligence of the man he was staring at. Perhaps words were not needed. Not now. No doubt Will would return now and then to ask for help. It was cute, actually. Knowing that Will knew he was far smarter than any FBI worker Will could question. But now it didn't seem he'd come because of a case. What drove him here then? Not the day of his capture. Not a case.
Of course.
The smile on Hannibal's lips grew, though his teeth never showed. He stepped closer, not surprised when Will didn't move away. He nodded to the man, reaching out and putting his fingers against the glass.
"I've missed you as well." He said.
Will said nothing, his face still. Yet, he reached out and pressed his fingers to the glass as well, fingers matching Hannibal's position. They remained like that until Will was called away, his fingers hesitant to leave the glass.
- Text by gabrielsangel
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