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Will sat with his back on the slightly uncomfortable couch, watching the sparks from the fire place fly out and hit the floor, his hand absentmindedly petting the dog beside him. Will knew that Hannibal hated having the dogs on the couch and on the bed, but how could Will resist such a cute face? Those dogs had more of a hold on Will than the cannibal would ever hope to have.
Hannibal sighed coming into the room, hand on his hip. He looked from the dog to his husband with a look of somewhat distress, even though he didn't show much emotion when it came to his face. Will turned his head to look at the murder, then to his dog, sighing.
“She’s comfortable.”
Hannibal rolled his eyes and went forward, shooing the animal off of her place on the couch, earning a glare from both her and Will. Hannibal shook his head at them and wiped off the couch of fur, the best he could, before sitting down beside his husband. Will hummed and allowed for himself to lean over onto the other man, his head sitting tenderly on Hannibal's shoulder.
Hannibal softened his eyes and put a hand on Wills head, petting his hair. Will closed his eyes, enjoying the touch ever so slightly before pulling away and sitting back up.
“How is Abigail?”
Hannibal cleared his throat.
“Shes doing fine. She went to bed pretty quick, i suppose those pills are working for her.”
Will nodded, happy to hear that his daughter was finally getting some rest after so many late nights. The unfortunate nightmares keeping her awake anytime she tried to rest without one of them there beside her, it was weeks since her last full nights rest, and hopefully now it’ll be weeks since shes had no sleep at all.
Hannibal put his hands on his knees, holding onto them as he stood up; looking at Will.
“Wine?”
Will nodded, chuckling a little bit. He wouldn't say he enjoyed Hannibal's taste in wine as much as he enjoyed many other drinks, but he didn't mind something that would help him be rid of these days thoughts. The many hours he had put into being Jack Crawfords ‘lap dog’ spun around in his mind along with the painful visions of peoples deaths and murders.
It only took Hannibal only a few minutes to grab his and Will’s wine glasses from the kitchen, along with a bottle of unopened pink wine. He sat down the glasses beside the couch on the coffee table and smiled at his husband.
“Hard day, Will?”
Will chuckled, taking the wine bottle from the table and holding it close to himself. He watched as Hannibal popped open the bottle and smelled it.
“You were there, weren't you? It was a wonderful day—”
Will took the now full glass of wine to his lips and drank it down, ignoring the slight burning feeling as it went down. Hannibal listened carefully as he poured his own glass of wine.
“Being Jack’s golden metal really has its perks.”
Hannibal chuckled softly and nodded, causally agreeing with the scruffy man. It did indeed have its perks, more so for Jack himself than whoever his partner would be. Will didn't look assumed, which showed how affected he was about this event, more so then he would be any other time. Hannibal knew in the moment this was no time to be joking around.
“Yes, Jack does seem more—”
Hannibal sat down, crossing his legs over each other.
“Erratic, then usual. That can't be easy for you, Will.”
Will rolled his eyes at the use of Hannibal's therapist voice. He set down the now half empty wine glass on the table, sighing as he set his back on the couch, his muscles clenching in pain for a moment as they settled into place. Hannibal furrowed his eyebrows at his husbands action. He hadn't been there the whole day, which allowed for a lot of time for Will to be overworked, something Hannibal tried his best not to let happen when he was there ‘giving Will advice’.
Hannibal got up from the couch and finished down the rest of his glass, setting it down carefully and perfectly in its place. Will watched with curiosity, eyeing the other man as he walked around the couch to behind it.
“What are you doing?”
Will asked, moving his head to the side to better see what Hannibal was playing at. The man chuckled and gently placed his hands on Wills shoulders, squeezing them softly, making the man underneath him tense for a second. Will soon fell into the touch, moving his head back around to the fireplace, settling his body once again.
“A massage. Do you want me to stop?”
Will quickly shook his head, grinning stupidly. Hannibal smirked and allowed for his hands to press against Wills pressure points, making him hiss and shift.
“Can’t you be a little gentler?”
“If you want to continue to be in pain, yes, I suppose I could.”
Will scoffed and allowed Hannibal to continue without much of a word, only humming and sighing in relief when his back was blessed with Hannibal's strong thumbs pressing into his pressure points on both of his shoulders, stinging for only a moment before giving the FBI agent the sweet feeling of pleasure.
“Feel better?”
“Mhm. Thanks.”
Hannibal chuckled and leaned forward, kissing Will’s head softly.
“Now, let's go to bed.”