Oh. That's not - what he thought she meant. That he should just avoid solo encounters from now on. That waiting for reinforcements is an option available to him.
Not that he'd expected her to leave them there. Once they'd been captured, he'd hoped she would come - a vague emotion and desire that Hannibal hadn't realized he was still capable of. It had burned like a coal in his stomach until the moment he saw her, when it flared up and didn't extinguish until he'd had two limp bodies in the back of a car he'd stolen, hours later.
He just hadn't expected to hear it put like this, laid out for future engagements. Hannibal stares down at her raptly, even though it cranks his neck to do so, with her laying on his shoulder. He tilts down and, with a motion he's done several times a day since she slipped away from him and Will to heal herself, Hannibal presses dry lips to her hairline. "A deal for both of us, then." Sealed with a kiss, apparently.
It makes Hannibal only slightly more reasonable in the face of Neph's logical argument, to be in such a good mood. "All the more reason to teach him, if he expects to spend his life capturing people like us." Hannibal says, somewhere at the intersection of smug and thoughtful. "But you're right. He has a different-- reasoning behind his desire to be in the cross fire. Not to survive, but to...serve."
Hannibal's never had to think much on Will's motivations for wanting to join the police force, actually. It's been a great joke, it's been a sign that he has high aspirations for himself, it means motivation and drive and sharp intelligence but a certain lack of self-preservation. It had meant so many good or exciting things that Hannibal has not sat down to pull apart the why from Will's point of view, only the 'why it helps' from his own.
"...He's concerned about where we learned how to fight so well." He adds, perhaps unnecessarily. But it's the one piece of this that Hannibal hadn't been able to steal parts to solve, that first night. He'd save everyone's bodies, he'd hidden them away safely, and Neph is still on his side - feels more strongly tethered to him, and him to her - but Will has remained a stoically emotional mystery. He hasn't been quick to release all of his worries. "And about us."
'Us', which means so much more now that Neph is awake. Hannibal tilts closer to her, greedy for body heat she can't share, too cold from her own long sleep. He tugs the blanket higher up her chest, leaves his arm across her after he's done.
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Date: 2017-08-26 01:07 pm (UTC)Not that he'd expected her to leave them there. Once they'd been captured, he'd hoped she would come - a vague emotion and desire that Hannibal hadn't realized he was still capable of. It had burned like a coal in his stomach until the moment he saw her, when it flared up and didn't extinguish until he'd had two limp bodies in the back of a car he'd stolen, hours later.
He just hadn't expected to hear it put like this, laid out for future engagements. Hannibal stares down at her raptly, even though it cranks his neck to do so, with her laying on his shoulder. He tilts down and, with a motion he's done several times a day since she slipped away from him and Will to heal herself, Hannibal presses dry lips to her hairline. "A deal for both of us, then." Sealed with a kiss, apparently.
It makes Hannibal only slightly more reasonable in the face of Neph's logical argument, to be in such a good mood. "All the more reason to teach him, if he expects to spend his life capturing people like us." Hannibal says, somewhere at the intersection of smug and thoughtful. "But you're right. He has a different-- reasoning behind his desire to be in the cross fire. Not to survive, but to...serve."
Hannibal's never had to think much on Will's motivations for wanting to join the police force, actually. It's been a great joke, it's been a sign that he has high aspirations for himself, it means motivation and drive and sharp intelligence but a certain lack of self-preservation. It had meant so many good or exciting things that Hannibal has not sat down to pull apart the why from Will's point of view, only the 'why it helps' from his own.
"...He's concerned about where we learned how to fight so well." He adds, perhaps unnecessarily. But it's the one piece of this that Hannibal hadn't been able to steal parts to solve, that first night. He'd save everyone's bodies, he'd hidden them away safely, and Neph is still on his side - feels more strongly tethered to him, and him to her - but Will has remained a stoically emotional mystery. He hasn't been quick to release all of his worries. "And about us."
'Us', which means so much more now that Neph is awake. Hannibal tilts closer to her, greedy for body heat she can't share, too cold from her own long sleep. He tugs the blanket higher up her chest, leaves his arm across her after he's done.