the way will says, “you were supposed to leave,” so full of tenderness and passion and fucking fury, brimming with both affection and hatred for this horrible, beautiful man who has taken everything he has ever loved and then brought it back right before his eyes, and the way hannibal looks him in the eye, with a gaze filled with yearning and betrayal, and says, “we couldn’t leave without you,” so tense and wounded and emotional, and fucking hating himself for it because how could he have been foolish enough to trust this terrible adonis, how could he have been foolish enough to let himself love once more, and the way will looks at him, soaking wet, trembling in shock and longing and another emotion that he cant quite name, because he wants to, he wants this life more than he can put into words, but he also despises the fact that he is even considering this, the fact that he warned hannibal, helped him, and abigail is standing behind him and the man he loves hates is standing in front of him, and he doesn’t know what to do, and he is afraid that he is tearing in two, and the minuscule glance down to hannibal’s lips, for just a moment, as they are caught in each other’s gaze.