"Dr. Lector." Will hissed through the jail bars. Hannibal stared at the broken man before him and smiled.
"That attire suits you, Will." The taller man nodded at the prison uniform.
"Fuck you."
"Now, now Will. Try not to be rude." Hannibal cooed in his heavy accent. Will clenched his jaw in annoyance and wiped away sweat from his forehead. Hannibal paced in front of the cell with sure, sturdy steps, enjoying the sight of a fidgety Will Graham from the corner of his eye.
"You're one to speak about rude behavior." Will was getting more and more frustrated, his curly hair bouncing with every word. "You're a murderer Dr. Lector, and I'm paying for your sins. I'm taking credit for your work."
Hannibal continued to smile warmly at Will, staring at him as something he needed to protect, not hunt. But the contained man balled his hands into fists and began to whimper.
"Why? Why would you do something so horrible-and to me-I thought-Why?" Tears swelled and spilled over, heavy drops hitting the floor. Guilt washed over Hannibal and his smile wavered for a moment. His instincts arose once more, he wanted to reach out and wrap himself around Will, to touch him in his moment of need. He remembered the night that Will showed up at his house, terrified and unsure of himself. Hannibal had smelled fear on him, and it sent him on frenzy.
"You might suffer from dementia, but you are not unintelligent. Think Will, why would I do something so horrible to someone that is close to me?" Will graham furrowed his brow at Hannibal and the Doctor continued. "Why did Garret Hobbs try and kill Abigail? Why did he kill the other girls? What is to gain?"
Will's eyes began to move around the room, darting from corner to corner. He opened his mouth a couple of times, trying to form words.
"Garret Hobbs was afraid. Abigail was going off to college and he was afraid of losing her. He wanted her to stay but he couldn't make himself do what he knew needed to be done." Will's mind began to play tricks on him again. Hannibal's face suddenly resembled Garret. A fusion of the two men stood before him. Then in his hand was a leash covered in thorns and needles. The leash extended down to the group, through the jail bars, and then onto his neck. Will turned his head and saw Abigail, with the same leash latched onto her neck as well. The thorns dug into her neck and reopened the scar on her jugular. Then the walls melted around him.
Suddenly he was back in his cell, leaning against the wall for support, with Hannibal still giving him the warm smile.
"Garret Hobbs loved his daughter, but not just in a fatherly way, but in every way. Friendly, brotherly, and worst of all sexually, he felt he had ownership, and he couldn't let her escape. He needed to have her somewhere she would be completely his. For Garret it was death, but for you- it was a more literal captivity." Will grabbed one of the bars that separated the two of them and looked up at Hannibal. "Do you love me Dr. Lector? Do you crave me?"
Hannibal straightened his tie and chuckled.
"Not only have that Will, but I own you."