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Will is watching Hannibal cook, “Which one is this?” Hannibal doesn’t turn around. “One of yours, it’s Mr Girlalt, the one who abused his dog.” Will nods, “Are you going to tell me what you’re making, or do I have to wait until the guests are here?” He turns towards Will, “The recipe is on the counter.” Will picks it up and reads it. He walks over to his husband and kisses his cheek.
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Hannibal is leading Will outside, “Your surprise is in the backyard.” Will raises an eyebrow, “It’s not my grave, is it?” Hannibal pulls him to his chest, “Must you, Will? I no longer desire to kill you. I love you. I wish you would start doubting me.” Will sighs, “I am sorry. I know you love me, and I love you too. You have tried to kill me in the past.” Hannibal looks down at him, “If I wanted you dead, you would be. Now come on.”
Will is looking at a dog. He blinks, nope, the dog is still there. “You got me a dog? But you hate dogs.” Hannibal huffs, “I do not hate them. I just think they are a lot of work and are dirty creatures. But you, my dear Will, like dogs. I know you miss yours.” Will picks up the dog and cuddles it, “Thank you, Hannibal.” Hannibal nods, “Merry Christmas, Will.”