Hannibal has his own theories about what Will is drawn to in him. He also has just enough self-awareness to recognize that he's probably not fully correct. Will has been surprisingly unpredictable and inscrutable, a mirror that's difficult to tell the true color of, no matter how much Hannibal drags at it to see the back.
He's hit on loneliness, though, the same as Neph is beside him, and he thinks that one might be fully correct. It's a trait they all seem to share, in their own ways and for their own reasons. Self-imposed, circumstantial - it all can ache and grate after enough years. They're young still, all three of them, but that doesn't mean the effects of being human islands is lessened. It means exactly the opposite.
"Perhaps I just haven't had proper motivation to lie." Hannibal says, airily, as if that's a reasonable explanation for why he gave such an icy smile to a nurse during a medical examination that she'd dropped her pen (and subsequently had a suspicious amount of trouble finding his vein, later, when collecting samples for blood work regarding him being in the country long-term). His older self might have learned his strengths and weaknesses for guile, might have gotten truly better at exuding enough calm self-assurance that his lies simply felt only as grandiose as his truths, but Hannibal at seventeen hasn't perfected it yet. All he has on his side is a chilling amount of ability to stay cool under pressure, and even then it's reliant on choice triggers not getting mentioned.
It's been...a process.
Will, for his part, looks oddly content to have a friend in teasing Hannibal. Hannibal isn't certain how he feels about that. "What do you have to teach him to lie about?" Is chuckled into his mug.
And Hannibal feels his first glimmer of realization that Will is maybe more capable of tactical conversational steering than he'd credited him for. "My horrifically boring past." He says, absolute dead pan, and this time Will actually snorts hard enough to splatter his nose with coffee.
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Date: 2017-02-17 02:42 am (UTC)He's hit on loneliness, though, the same as Neph is beside him, and he thinks that one might be fully correct. It's a trait they all seem to share, in their own ways and for their own reasons. Self-imposed, circumstantial - it all can ache and grate after enough years. They're young still, all three of them, but that doesn't mean the effects of being human islands is lessened. It means exactly the opposite.
"Perhaps I just haven't had proper motivation to lie." Hannibal says, airily, as if that's a reasonable explanation for why he gave such an icy smile to a nurse during a medical examination that she'd dropped her pen (and subsequently had a suspicious amount of trouble finding his vein, later, when collecting samples for blood work regarding him being in the country long-term). His older self might have learned his strengths and weaknesses for guile, might have gotten truly better at exuding enough calm self-assurance that his lies simply felt only as grandiose as his truths, but Hannibal at seventeen hasn't perfected it yet. All he has on his side is a chilling amount of ability to stay cool under pressure, and even then it's reliant on choice triggers not getting mentioned.
It's been...a process.
Will, for his part, looks oddly content to have a friend in teasing Hannibal. Hannibal isn't certain how he feels about that. "What do you have to teach him to lie about?" Is chuckled into his mug.
And Hannibal feels his first glimmer of realization that Will is maybe more capable of tactical conversational steering than he'd credited him for. "My horrifically boring past." He says, absolute dead pan, and this time Will actually snorts hard enough to splatter his nose with coffee.