When Hannibal Lecter got upstairs, he found that the bedroom door was closed, but he could still smell, however faintly, that Will Graham had very recently been standing where he stood. Following the smell with his amazing nose, he entered the bedroom.
"Will," He said casually as he approached the bed. "I know you're awake. You don't sleep in the full fetal position."
Under the covers, Will found himself trembling. However, he wasn't trembling entirely from fear... He was trembling more out of anticipation. He could kill Hannibal Lecter. Right there. Right then. Bang.
"Get up, Will."
Will found his plan at a bit of a standstill. His plan had relied on Hannibal ripping the covers away, but he realized it wasn't like Hannibal to do something like that. "Pull the covers off, and maybe I will."
"Why would I do that?"
Goddamned smug asshole and his questions.
Will tried again. "Just do it."
Hannibal stood up straight, staring down at the quivering bundle underneath the covers. He decided to comply, and upon ripping the covers to the side, Will sat up and pointed a gun at him.
"Why am I here?" He asked.
"You look pale, Will. Are you feeling well?"
"Answer the goddamned question!" Will nearly cringed at the tone of panic that had come out with that demand.
"You fell asleep near the end of our session. I brought you here because I had to serve dinner for Jack tonight. I apologize; this was simply for my convenience, and if it serves to make up for this somehow, I was going to take you back home after Jack left."
"Is Jack still here?"
"Yes, actually. If you would like, you can come downstairs and eat with us."
After Hannibal cryptically explained why Will had been upstairs, Jack shot his friend a questioning glance. The response he got from Will was a blank stare, so he quickly averted his eyes and simply acted casual for the rest of the meal.
Hannibal, after the meal was finished, kept glancing over at Will, who had neither said nor ate anything. He simply just stared darkly at the spot across from himself; the spot beside Hannibal.
"Is something the matter, Will?"
Hearing his name, Will looked over at him. "Hm? Uh, no, I just..." He shook his head and gave one last long glance to the space where Garrett Jacob Hobbs sat. "I'm fine."
"Well, thank you for the meal, Dr. Lecter. I think I should be going now." Jack said as he stood up. "I could drive Will back home if that's okay."
Hannibal looked at Will, expecting him to answer whether or not he wanted to go.
When he missed the cue, Hannibal spoke up for him. "Actually, I think he should stay here tonight where I can keep an eye on him." Despite the sharp, startled glare that Will gave him, he continued. "He clearly is not feeling well and might require assistance during the night."
"I can take care of myself." Will argued.
"Yes, Dr. Lecter... I think he should be staying at his house if he isn't comfortable here." Jack added, mainly because he worried that Will would attempt to kill Hannibal just to get away.
Though there was clear disappointment in his eyes, Hannibal decided not to argue. "Only if it's not too much trouble for you, Jack."
"Oh, it's no trouble at all. Come on, Will."
Will stood up and left with Jack, leaving Hannibal alone in the dining room with dishes to clean.