Will wasn't surprised when he saw Hannibal outside his prison cell. In fact, he had rather expected it. Hannibal would consider it rude not to visit, and rude was the last thing that Hannibal would want to be considered. Of course, in Will's mind (or what was left of it) he was already rude, because framing people for murder is generally considered to be rude. Unlike Hannibal however, Will did not eat the rude, he just managed to piss them off enough to leave him alone.
"Why are you here?" Will choose his words very carefully.
"I think that you and I both know the answer to that."
"If I knew, would I be asking?" Hannibal sighed. The only thing that both of them knew was that Will was not going to make this easy.
"You know, I figured out why 'The Chesapeake Ripper' killed all those people," He said it quietly, barely above a whisper, with a hint of sarcasm at the name he was now known as to Jack and the others, "He gave people what he figured was coming to them."
Hannibal opened the cell door and walked in. He chuckled, with a slightly sad tone to it.
"Eat the rude."
Will took a step towards Hannibal. His expression was unreadable, which was somewhat terrifying considering Doctor Lecter's current situation. When Will was finally within a foot of Hannibal, he reached up and punched him hard, right in the face, with a strength neither of the two knew he had.
"Who do you think you ARE?! That you can decide people's fates?! That you have the power to decide who's good or bad, who gets to live another day and who gets to DIE?!" Hannibal was rather taken aback. He had imagined this little meeting with Will several different time, with many different outcomes, but this was one he had not yet considered. Will, unfortunately for Doctor Lecter, took his stunned silence the wrong way. Will moved on from his face to punching him repeatedly in the gut, and with each punch, he would repeat a word.
"Who! Do! You! Think! You! Are!?" Will had tears in his eyes, which only served to confuse Hannibal more. The other effect it had was to break his heart (never mind the pain in his lower abdomen) to see Will like this.
"Will, calm down." Hannibal did his best to be comforting, but apparently he wasn't very good at it, because at this point Will had stopped punching him and had sat down on the bed with his head in his hands. He was sobbing quietly, again confusing Hannibal, though he was not entirely unused to the situation, given the hysterics the Will had often gone into due to the encephalitis. He sat down next to Will, wrapping his arm around Will's shoulders. Will was shaking by now. Hannibal started rubbing small (and hopefully soothing, though that was improbable) circles into Will's back.
"Will, why are you so upset?" Hannibal realized how stupid that sounded immediately after he said it. While he may not be the most empathetic person (unlike Will), he could still see how being framed for murder may be slightly upsetting. Will however, just looked up at the man he had previously trusted so much. There were tears streaking his cheeks. If Hannibal had already thought his heart was breaking, then surely now it's broken fragments were drowning in Will's tears. It was the first time that Hannibal had really looked at Will since Garrett Jacob Hobbs. It was the first time that Hannibal could see just how broken Will was, and in his eyes, he could see Will desperately trying to put himself back together.
"Because! I thought that for once I had found someone that I could actually trust! And then you just betrayed me with no hesitation! Like I was just a stranger that meant nothing to you! I thought that for once, maybe, I had found a friend!" Will turned away from Hannibal, hugging his knees to his chest and hiding his face.
"Will. I need you to listen to me very carefully. " His tone was deadly serious (though Will didn't know whether he should trust that sense of trust anymore, considering where they were and why they were there.) "I came here to break you out. Follow me, and do exactly as I say."