Both of them are sharp-edged. Both of them are segmented so that they can track a few things at a time with an ease that still startles Will sometimes. Both of them have a lack of regard for people outside their circle.
'Heist movie'. Neph's thief job.
Both of them have a specific skill set and tenacity. Will's never quite made the connection to how useful those would be in criminal settings, and yet...
He drains the rest of his coffee in three deep swallows, and he'd get more if he didn't already know that he's got a serious caffeine limit if he doesn't want to be a jangling wreck the rest of the afternoon. Will's just unfamiliar enough with their home, but just familiar enough with the two of them, that he's considering asking for a regular glass to use for collecting water from their tap, when Neph - who looked away from him in a hurry, which he can't blame her for, for enough reasons that he doesn't even want to examine them right now - speaks back up. About the schedule for the rest of the day.
...Because it's Hannibal's birthday, right, and this was a terrible excuse for a party. Will shifts his weight, guilty and awkward, as he thinks of the light backpack that he'd dropped unceremoniously in their hallway. There's a small package in there, one he hadn't worked up the nerve to hand over earlier. It's been...what, two years since the last time Will went through the motions of buying a present for someone? And when that happened, it was the first time in nearly a decade?
He should bring that up. He's going to have to, unless he plans on keeping the damn thing for himself, and he really doesn't.
But...later. Worrying over all those thoughts keeps Will quiet long enough that Hannibal is the one who speaks next, though.
Once he's done shuddering about Bob Ross, of course. "'The True Nature of Time'. It's a documentary I hadn't managed to fit into my schedule yet." Hannibal is smirking to himself, just a shadow of it winking across his gaze, and Will has a feeling it's about the irony of not having been able to make time for it yet. Thank god Hannibal usually just quietly gets gleeful to himself about stupid jokes like that and, honestly, it's one of the more human things about him.
"...I guess I never really thought about what you do in your downtime. I didn't realize you like pop science documentaries." Will says, because he's realizing he's surprised that that's a topic Hannibal would invest any effort into. He's also cutting out the middle man and just rinsing out his mug to then refill it with water straight from the tap, a process Hannibal is watching with a single, pained wrinkle forming on his forehead.
"It's an efficient way of learning about new concepts I don't get exposure to in school." Hannibal says, and to his credit he doesn't sound defensive. He's also going into a nearby cabinet, and silently removing three glasses. Will stands his ground while Hannibal crosses the room to the fridge and then begins pouring out water from a pristine-looking filter that doesn't say 'Brita' on the side, determinedly drinking out of his coffee-flavored mug of tap water.
He's never been much good at lying to himself about being embarrassed, though.
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'Heist movie'. Neph's thief job.
Both of them have a specific skill set and tenacity. Will's never quite made the connection to how useful those would be in criminal settings, and yet...
He drains the rest of his coffee in three deep swallows, and he'd get more if he didn't already know that he's got a serious caffeine limit if he doesn't want to be a jangling wreck the rest of the afternoon. Will's just unfamiliar enough with their home, but just familiar enough with the two of them, that he's considering asking for a regular glass to use for collecting water from their tap, when Neph - who looked away from him in a hurry, which he can't blame her for, for enough reasons that he doesn't even want to examine them right now - speaks back up. About the schedule for the rest of the day.
...Because it's Hannibal's birthday, right, and this was a terrible excuse for a party. Will shifts his weight, guilty and awkward, as he thinks of the light backpack that he'd dropped unceremoniously in their hallway. There's a small package in there, one he hadn't worked up the nerve to hand over earlier. It's been...what, two years since the last time Will went through the motions of buying a present for someone? And when that happened, it was the first time in nearly a decade?
He should bring that up. He's going to have to, unless he plans on keeping the damn thing for himself, and he really doesn't.
But...later. Worrying over all those thoughts keeps Will quiet long enough that Hannibal is the one who speaks next, though.
Once he's done shuddering about Bob Ross, of course. "'The True Nature of Time'. It's a documentary I hadn't managed to fit into my schedule yet." Hannibal is smirking to himself, just a shadow of it winking across his gaze, and Will has a feeling it's about the irony of not having been able to make time for it yet. Thank god Hannibal usually just quietly gets gleeful to himself about stupid jokes like that and, honestly, it's one of the more human things about him.
"...I guess I never really thought about what you do in your downtime. I didn't realize you like pop science documentaries." Will says, because he's realizing he's surprised that that's a topic Hannibal would invest any effort into. He's also cutting out the middle man and just rinsing out his mug to then refill it with water straight from the tap, a process Hannibal is watching with a single, pained wrinkle forming on his forehead.
"It's an efficient way of learning about new concepts I don't get exposure to in school." Hannibal says, and to his credit he doesn't sound defensive. He's also going into a nearby cabinet, and silently removing three glasses. Will stands his ground while Hannibal crosses the room to the fridge and then begins pouring out water from a pristine-looking filter that doesn't say 'Brita' on the side, determinedly drinking out of his coffee-flavored mug of tap water.
He's never been much good at lying to himself about being embarrassed, though.