“No You.” Will Was Hip To All The Happenings Up In Here.  He’d Figured It Out With His Empathy

You know there's a difference between understanding and knowing.

I resent that. I would think by now we’ve got a fair understanding of each other.

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You think because there's some mutual attraction or, sure, interest that I'm just gonna lay on my back with my legs in the air for you?

Maybe I have higher standards.

Not that you aren’t interested, is what you meant.

I’m persistent because I’m eager, and why shouldn’t I be? And why shouldn’t you be?

Plate XIII.

British Butterflies. 1860.

Internet Archive

374 moths of New Guinea (1918).

Watercolour by Marian Ellis Rowan (1848-1922).

Wikimedia.

Butterfly, 1942. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

“So...me in general, then.”

“Are you asking me if I’m objectifying you? I’m not. Your whole is greater than the sum of your parts. Not that your parts don’t each have their merit… I’m sure.”

He notices his mouth has gone open: just a little breath shaped ‘o.’ Taking the wineglass he finishes it off in one gulp, hissing between his teeth when the bitter front of the wine blooms in his throat.

“Now that,” he stands, letting his eyes run over the shape and fabric of Hannibal’s suit, “does arouse my interest.”

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“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

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Will curled his fingers into the blanket, the softness of it seeping through the numb in his skin.  He watched Hannibal’s back as his host got the coffee going.

He was beginning to feel bleary.  The whites in the kitchen were melding into blobs of light in his vision. “No.  What time is it?”  He took the coffee with a ‘thank you’ and took a sip.  Damn miraculous, that coffee.

Once inside, Hannibal found a throw blanket for Will and placed it around his shoulders before starting on coffee.

“Do you know how long you were standing out there for? Your hands look as though they were beginning to turn blue.”  He doesn’t ask Will how he takes his coffee, but took the liberty of adding a single teaspoon of sugar before handing it to him.