Will Graham looked down at his hands, he was not a murderer. He couldn't be a murderer, he thought to himself over and over again. But then again, I wasn't 'impossible' was it. Maybe…maybe he was. Maybe he was the exact person he so very much wished not to be.
Hannibal looked around his office, nearly upset, he didn't really want Will to feel guilty for something that 'he' himself did, and Will noticed.
"You seem…." Will paused, why was this his business? It wasn't. He should just 'leave it alone'.
"I seem what?" Lecter replied, meeting Will's eyes in a perfectly harmless smile (if eyes can even smile. At least thats what it seemed like to Will.).
"N-nothing." he said quickly, too quickly it seemed, and it caused to look at him (haha they're both just looking at each other!).Dr. Lecter looked and then seemed as though he passed it off as nothing and turned back to the kitchen. He was making a 'delicious Steak au poivre' (or so Will thought) and wanted it to be medium rare, not just simply burnt. Of course, considering that Lecter was an amazing cook this was no trouble at all, just a minor problem easily pushed away (Just keep an eye on the pan Lecter.) into the back of his mind.
"Will?" He turned back towards his 'patient/friend', Will had gone over to the window and partially opened it,"Will, what are you doing over there?" Over course knew what he was doing, but as usual it just seemed the 'right' thing to say at the time.
Will, suddenly actually being aware of where he was and where he was standing replied with, "I really...i really don't know.".
"You need to go somewhere?" Of course knew of Grahams encephalitis and knew that he didn't know why that he was at the window because of the very thing (previously mentioned), once again saying this was only the polite thing to do. Lecter was all about being polite (of course).
"I-I don't think so…why?"
"Just wondering." He said 'completely innocently with no touch at all of psychotic-serial-killer-ness in his voice' while he turned back to the makeshift(makeshift why? You ask, makeshift because.) 'au poivre' and sprinkled a tad of black pepper over the perimeter of it (the steak).Then,finally, he left the steak. It was done.
"Sit down Will." Hannibal said, not rudely, but in a harsh manner for pulling Will back if he was in a trance. Will sat down. Knowing formerly that if he came back late, that he would have to stay for dinner. "Thank you." Lecter replied, seemingly to himself, noticing that Will had indeed sat down.
"We're having 'Steak au poivre'. I hope that you have a good meal." he smiled now, sending spark of life through Will's head, one of the first starts of life all day.
"That sounds good…" Will replied, to quietly if you ask me, though Lecter still heard it. Lecter went over there and set Will's 'Steak au poivre' down in front of him, at the far (right) end of the table. Then he came over to the table with his own food and sat down.
They ate in complete and utter silence. , for one, was enjoying the time.
"i've got to go now."
"Goodbye Will."
"bye…"
"See you tomorrow?"
"Is that even a question?"
"No Will, goodbye."