Will, came back, the next day of course. Although, matter of fact, he contemplated going back later that night because he left his coat. He didn't though, so there he was at Hannibal Lecters door at 10:00 in the morning. Against his thoughts though, Hannibal was up, and Hannibal was there. The same Hannibal that just at that moment opened the door for Will Graham.
"You left your coat here last night." He said, immediately when the door was opened, presumably to will, although Will couldn't see how that Lecter could tell it was him at the door. Maybe it was his acute sense of smell.
"I know.." He looked up, Hannibal was much taller (not from when he last saw him, but taller than Will in general)"That's why I came back so early."
"Will, may as well come on. Have some breakfast, we can talk. I don't have my first appointment until later this afternoon."
"I-i guess that's fine." He replied, and Hannibal Lecter offered (with his hand) Will inside the devil's lair. Will came in, and then after being offered to sit down on one of Hannibal's 'oh so soft' appointment chairs, he sat down. (on the place mentioned, the soft chair.)
"Will? Why did you come back to get your coat?"
"A trick question? Psychoanalyzing?"
"Answer the question please, though in it's own time." Hannibal answered and smiled.
"I came to get my coat because I left it here last night." A simple enough answer, Will thought to himself. Although Hannibal thought something more along the lines of 'He went over here to get his coat early in the morning because he wanted to take his mind of other things.
"Why did you need your coat so early? If i'm correct it's probably somewhere around 80 degrees today." (Graham had his jacket yesterday because it was raining, it's in summer)
"I don't know...I just felt like i needed to come get it...sooner." Will stepped forward just a bit and held his hand out for his coat. Hannibal Lecter gave it to him, brushing hands (only slightly) in the process the warm making Will shudder a bit.
"I see...well, see you tonight?"
"NO! Why would you see me tonight?! oh…wait…" Will's cheeks flooded with red and he hung his head a bit.."Yes, you will see me tonight…" And then he left.
The remainder of Will's day had actually been pretty fine, aside from Jack's supposed 'hidden' sadness of his dear wife and (more importantly in this instance) his embarrassment of the situation with Lecter that morning (plus the embarrassment of having to go back and face him later that night!)That night of which was near, and continually getting closer and closer to being 'right now'. Will could stand that. In fact, at this moment Will couldn't understand time. He remembered the clock that Hannibal had asked him to draw and how when he was shown he frowned a little, he had no idea why, Although he was pretty curious to know why Hannibal was so offset by his clock. By his standards it had been 'fine' though he wasn't the best artist. Though he thought and thought of this all while he worked there was no stopping the slow (though seemingly fast) pace of time going ever so quickly towards 'then'.
Now, he found himself, once again outside of Hannibal Lecters office, contemplating on whether to knock or to not knock when Hannibal finds him lie and say that he did knock but there was no answer. NO need to lie when it's not absolutely nessesary he thought, reaching for the door. There was no appointment directly before his that day, so there was no worrying about disturbing another's meeting. His hand grasped into a makeshift fist (to knock) and that is what he did.
