Hannibal's POV
Hannibal checked the time on his watch, making sure it was 7:28 pm; he got out of his desk chair and walked over to the door. He fixed his tie, flattened his suit and pulled down his cuffs. He checked his watch again and watched as the seconds ticked by 7:29:36, he put his hand on the doorknob and waited for it to reach 7:30 pm exactly and opened the door to the waiting room.
"Good evening Will," I greeted Will as Will got up off the couch and walked towards . Will greeted him with a small smile looking very uncomfortable for some reason. "Why don't we sit?" They sat across from each other, Will hunched over almost depressed and Hannibal in his usually posture.
"Will I notice that you look uncomfortable? " He asked his hands intertwined and in his lap. Will sat up and leaned against the chair, putting his hands over his face as if he was fighting with himself over something.
"Well you see I've been having these…dreams." Will finally spoke after a minute of silence, Hannibal nodded his head encouraging Will to elaborate. "See what makes it uncomfortable is they are about you and I don't want what to make of them."
"So, what are these dreams about exactly?" He asked curiously