Around eight o' clock Hannibal arrived at Will's house. He got out of the car moving to the front door with two containers of "Protein Scramble" and "Pork" sausage. It wasn't often that he would visit Will at his home but he had good reason. For the last month Will's sleepwalking went from constantly occurring to seizing completely. During his sessions with him Will did not claim he did anything different than what he normally would, so he's going to see for himself. The door clicked open and the second he entered a blur of brown, far too big to be a dog, moved from the living room and down the hall.
Hannibal waded through the sea of dogs and walked down the hall to the only door that was shut. "Will, is everything alright?", he asked. Hannibal tried turning the door knob a couple times. "No, Hannibal! What are doing here?" Will locked himself in the bathroom. "Will I didn't mean to intrude. I wanted to make sure that you were not in any danger from your sleepwalking. ", Hannibal answered calmly. "I haven't been sleepwalking for the last month Hannibal! This is a complete invasion of my privacy!", Will shouted through the bathroom door.
Actually the real invasion of privacy was how for a few hours every night Hannibal would park his car near Will's house and watch for him. He wouldn't tell Will that.
"I think we could have a proper conversation if you would open the door, Will." The other side of the door remained silent. Will was obviously contemplating whether he should come out. Finally the door clicked as it was being unlocked and slowly he opened the door. Once he stepped out, Hannibal understood why he didn't want to be seen.
Will was in onesie pajamas. Onesie pajamas with floppy dog ears and material that appeared to look like dog's fur, his face bright red out of embarrassment. After moments of soul crushing embarrassment Will blurted out, "I didn't buy these on purpose you know!" Hannibal stared at him in questioning silence, waiting for more of an explanation. "A month ago I was sleepwalking and went into a store. When I woke up and I was in the parking lot with these."
"I need to feed my dogs so if you wouldn't mind..." Hannibal stepped back so Will could feed his dogs. Hesitantly he moved with his back against the wall into the kitchen. Hannibal followed him. The dogs gathered around the bowls waiting for their food as Will held the bag in his arms. He slowly turned around to fill the dog bowls; Hannibal looked down at the long brown tail with a white tip sticking out of his lower back. "It might sound ridiculous but when I wear this my nightmares aren't as bad. It's like the second I put it on all my nightmares evaporate." He still wouldn't make eye contact with Hannibal.
"Some people feel comfort through things that seem odd to others. An item of clothing bringing comfort and security is not unheard of."
Will nodded in silent understanding.
"You said you made breakfast?", he asked while looking at the containers full of food.
"I was hoping that you would join me for Breakfast."
Will's eyes met his and he smiled. "I'd love to."