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Hannibal Lecter waited for Will's appointment while he took a last time organizing things in his office. He sure did think about putting his chair right in front of the patient's chair for Will to sit only inches away from him.
Every floor creak outside his office made him feel anxious, longing for Will's presence there, like a child waiting to see their best friend. Nothing made him feel so enthusiastic as his sessions with Will Graham, but of course he had to hide it and keep it cool.
Will finally arrived and got in the office just after knocking on the door, and the therapist only greeted him with a professional but warming grin. Will only nodded in response with a flat smile that resembled the polite cat. The detective then stopped in his tracks and stared blankly at the chairs facing each other. Hannibal hat put them together while imagining them face to face there, but somehow had forgotten to put them back in place.
When Will pointed at the chairs and looked at Hannibal's direction, he got a quick answer.
"I had to change the light bulb by myself, and used both chairs to support my weight."
Hannibal said while moving the chairs in their right place.
"I have been working out more lately, and gained a few pounds"
He completed, adjusting his tie and tilting his head with a proud grin.
After they both sat, Hannibal tenderly looked at Will and made a light hand gesture towards the detective.
"How was your day, Will?"
His raspy and calm voice woke him from his dream, where he could admit to his therapist that he felt a strange attraction towards Hannibal.
Will just replied with a simple "it was busy, normal day... I guess" still looking at the wooden floor.
"What has been on your mind lately?"
Dr. Lecter asked, interested in Will's thoughts.
The Seether 'Careless Whisper' cover was the first thing that came to mind, but it would sound just weird to say it, and his interest in Dr. Lecter wasn't exactly romantic. Or at least that's what he thought.
"Nothing much, just work"
"Apart from work, nothing else? Hanging out with other people, going for dates maybe?"
No need to wonder if his question was a tentative to find out if Will was available. Even though Hannibal wouldn't admit his love for him.
"I don't have time for any of that"
Will said before standing up. He then started to wander around, and that's the reason Hannibal's office had its furniture far from each other. Not only his mind, but his workplace was molded around the thought of Will Graham, the detective that was investigating crimes his own therapist committed.
"Sometimes I think that coming here is a waste of time" Will said looking at the books on the shelves.
"It's okay if you don't know exactly what to talk about, you can vent out about something random. You can complain about anything" Lecter eyed him up and down, taking advantage on the fact that Will had his back facing him.
Will turned around and shook his head.
"Nothing to complain about"
"Is this a Greek god?" He asked after a pause while pointing at some drawings on Hannibal's work desk.
"A British God, actually"
Am I tripping? Will thought.
I thought it kind of resembled me, but he's also British. This is probably a coincidence.
"I wish I had drawing skills like this"
"Well, if you want, we can make this session a drawing one. What do you think?"
"We can try" he shrugged and smiled before pushing the chair near the desk and grabbing a pencil. He was already very comfortable to be moving things around and take a look at all the details.
Hannibal stood up and walked towards the couch, a few feet away from where Will was. He then laid on his side with his hand holding his head, and being supported by the elbow.
"What should I draw?" Will asked, not giving much attention to what his doctor was doing.
"Draw me like one of you clocks"
Hannibal said with a smirk.
The detective laughed it off and started tracing random lines on the paper, never taking his eyes off it. All he could think of was about the 'British God'.
"I don't know where to begin, Dr. Lecter. Drawing is much more complex than investigating crime scenes. For me at least"
"You don'tneed to be so formal, you know my name, Will."
Hannibal Lecter always felt so much pleasure calling him just by "Will", as if he knee it sent shivers down his spine. Whenever Will was under Hannibal's observation, he was easy to read, and he always seemed uneasy.
"You're always comfortable enough to wander around my office and take a look at every detail, there is no need for formalities like that"
Will looked at him with a blank face, turned back to the paper, and said
"I just can't call you by your name. You're too... fancy for that, I guess" He said lightly throwing his hands up, one still holding the pencil.
"By the way, Will," and just by saying this, it was as if he knew his psychiatrist was going to say something bombastic. He looked at Hannibal, but not looking directly into his eyes. He was visibly shivering.
"You always analyze every detail from this room, but you never had your time to take a look at me. Am I not that interesting?"
He sat straight on the couch, this time holding a concerned face.
Graham adjusted his glasses that started to slide down his nose because of his sweating. Not knowing what to say, he just opened his mouth at a loss of words. Was that really a romantic insinuation?
"Yes, Will. You know what I mean by that" he then paused. "And I just want you to know that I want you here by my side, no matter the circumstances."
"As my therapist, right?"
"No, as husbands."