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Date: 2017-08-26 03:12 am (UTC)
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Hannibal has not been the most discrete. He never really is, a fact Neph reminds him of often. A fact Will would remind him of just as often, if Will wasn't currently inhabiting a different...frame of mind.

"...I will try." Hannibal says, in what he thinks is an even tone of negotiation. It comes out more in what his Aunt would have called 'childish displeasure'. Sulky, is perhaps what a normal human might say.

Will hears Neph from down the aisle, turns back towards them in a slow half-circle. He brings a hand up towards his mouth on clear reflex, flinches away at the last second and keeps it going until he's worrying it through his curly hair instead. It's been a while since Hannibal took a child development class, but he's reasonably certain that thumb sucking at age eight is not a good sign, regardless of whether or not Will's doing that in public. A flicker of memory about neglect victims lights up in Hannibal's mind, almost unbidden, and he thinks again of Will's father rotting alone in that terrible apartment.

It's too good a fate for him.

"Only if you're sure it's not too much money." Will says by way of final protest. Simply getting him in the store had been enough of a battle that Hannibal is not surprised that he's still giving out token resistance. Hannibal is starting to direct their cart, though, urging Neph along who immediately follows suit, and Will does trundle along after them.

He looks ridiculous in Neph's borrowed clothing. But Hannibal can't help a part of him enjoying the sight of a child in them at all - at what it implies for family.

Will's younger than Mischa would have been by now, but older than Hannibal ever got to see her at. Hannibal's never interacted with an eight year-old before. He still watches him curiously as they push along the aisles, Will watching him back with suspicious eyes.

They're almost at the correct section - so says the sign hanging above the aisle - when Hannibal thinks he's catching something in Will's returned stare, the one that meets him every time Hannibal turns back to check that he's still watching them. "What is it?" Hannibal and Neph each have a hand on the cart, Neph truly pushing it and Hannibal absently taking an excuse to walk closer to her. Will stares at the space between their hands on the cart, then back at Hannibal.

"...Aren't you really young to be married?" Will asks, and Hannibal's brain nearly catches whiplash with the force of his beaming smugness.

Hannibal glances back at Neph, expectant delight in his eyes. "I suppose we are." Is all he agrees to.
Edited (i'm sorry i promise i'll proofread BEFORE hitting post comment next time OTL) Date: 2017-08-26 03:14 am (UTC)

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