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Summary
Will's awake again, bathed in that four AM light that only insomniacs, selenophiles, and murderers understand so intimately. It’s a lonely kind of light. It rakes over his rumpled sheets and uncomfortable sleep clothes like an all-seeing eye, sweeping him with its cold regard and finding him wanting. Since the night in the barn, all he can think about is Hannibal’s touch. That need — it’s an aching, reckless, relentless monster in his chest. Hannibal had stood nearer than social standards allowed, wrapped his warm palm around Will’s neck, and pulled him even closer. He’d smelled Hannibal’s cologne so strongly that now, days later, it seems to linger in the air like a half-forgotten memory.
- Eventually, he'll have to come to terms with either himself or Hannibal. He has just the idea about how to facilitate that. Up for a little quid pro quo, Doctor?
Series
- Part 1 of Quid Pro Quo - Their Becoming