Oh, he's willing to 'take any risk', is he? Well she's willing to roll her eyes at his dramatic turn of phrase! Which she does, the two of them tipping into each other like tent poles. She pops one leg up so the bottom of her foot's pressed against the cabinet and shoots Will a flatly beseeching look. Did you think this through? Are you so sure you wanna sign on for this?
And why? Neph understands Hannibal's motivations well enough - he's lonely and easily bored, but enforces stupidly high standards anyway. Will's smart and cutting and comes equipped with some fascinating maybe-meta capabilities. He's also not inclined to be cowed by Hannibal's money or huge nerdbrain which, if she's any indication, Hannibal finds weirdly compelling. Will's own reasoning makes less sense, unless he's exactly as lonely in his own way.
Or just as into puzzles? No, that's not...quite it. Neph sips more carefully at her coffee, leery of any more precisely-timed bombs. Will isolates himself, but only actual sociopaths start out doing that on purpose. Usually the kids who stand apart got shoved to the fringes to begin with. Will freaks people out, and they shun him for it. But Hannibal, and to a greater extent Neph, are not easily freaked.
(They're freaks, but that's a different conversation. One she doesn't think Hannibal had when he shared his real name. If he keeps leaving out breadcrumb trails like this, he'll be having it sooner rather than later. Somehow, Neph has to get out in front of that, but for now she's confident that he kept anything truly dangerous, anything that might have put her at risk, close to his chest. Jury's still out on how much Samson gave away running his big fat mouth, but she'd rather be furious with him than with Hannibal.)
That's close enough to her own base reasoning for being here that Neph can't fault him for it. She snickers into her mug, fixes a mournful look on her face, and says, "I've been workin' on teachin' him to lie without soundin' like he's daring the other person to call'im on it. It's...wow it's a work in progress."
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Date: 2017-02-08 11:17 pm (UTC)And why? Neph understands Hannibal's motivations well enough - he's lonely and easily bored, but enforces stupidly high standards anyway. Will's smart and cutting and comes equipped with some fascinating maybe-meta capabilities. He's also not inclined to be cowed by Hannibal's money or huge nerdbrain which, if she's any indication, Hannibal finds weirdly compelling. Will's own reasoning makes less sense, unless he's exactly as lonely in his own way.
Or just as into puzzles? No, that's not...quite it. Neph sips more carefully at her coffee, leery of any more precisely-timed bombs. Will isolates himself, but only actual sociopaths start out doing that on purpose. Usually the kids who stand apart got shoved to the fringes to begin with. Will freaks people out, and they shun him for it. But Hannibal, and to a greater extent Neph, are not easily freaked.
(They're freaks, but that's a different conversation. One she doesn't think Hannibal had when he shared his real name. If he keeps leaving out breadcrumb trails like this, he'll be having it sooner rather than later. Somehow, Neph has to get out in front of that, but for now she's confident that he kept anything truly dangerous, anything that might have put her at risk, close to his chest. Jury's still out on how much Samson gave away running his big fat mouth, but she'd rather be furious with him than with Hannibal.)
That's close enough to her own base reasoning for being here that Neph can't fault him for it. She snickers into her mug, fixes a mournful look on her face, and says, "I've been workin' on teachin' him to lie without soundin' like he's daring the other person to call'im on it. It's...wow it's a work in progress."