Hannibal Lecter found Will Graham with his head down, sitting on the ground at a bus stop with his back against the bus shelter. He'd have been lying to himself if he wasn't relieved.

"Will?" He asked as he stood over the younger man.

Slowly, Will looked up at him.
"Doctor Lecter... It's good to see you. I think."

Hannibal held out his hand to help Will stand, and he took it. After yanking the man to his feet, however, Hannibal took a moment to smell Will.

Will smelled of the aftershave Hannibal had purchased for him, but the smell was overpowered by the foreign smell of a stranger's saliva and...

Hannibal's eyes widened for just a second, and he raised his arm, placing his hand against the back of Will's neck intimately. "What happened last night, Will?"

Will failed to meet Hannibal's eyes, but with Will, who hated making eye contact, that wasn't unusual.
"Nothing," He answered quietly.

"You have to tell me the truth, Will. I can smell someone's seed on you."

"Jesus Christ, Hannibal," Will pulled himself from Hannibal's half-embrace and turned away, distaste pungent in his voice.

"Would you prefer it if I used scientific terms?"

"No. If anything, I would greatly dislike that, Doctor Lecter."

"What happened last night, Will?"

Will was quiet for a moment. "... Do you remember that guy I met at the gas station?"

"Refresh my memory."

"His name was D."

"Oh yes, now I remember. What about him?"

"... Last night... Last night, all I remember is waking up, seeing a... a stag outside. Then I was at this bus stop. Someone asked me to ride with them. I didn't realize until later that it was D."

"Who did you think it was, Will?"

Will slowly turned around and looked up into Hannibal's brown eyes. "I thought it was you, Doctor Lecter. But then he put his hands on me, and... Well, I woke up." Will looked at the curb of the sidewalk behind Hannibal's right-hand hip.
"I tried to get him off of me, but it seems like he's some kind of weightlifter; he completely overwhelmed any of my attempts to get away."

"What did he do to you, Will?" Hannibal asked calmly, leaning closer to Will, though he already knew the answer just from the smell of sex that lingered on Will's flesh and clothes.

"..." Will said nothing. He sighed through his nostrils, and with it, fatigue seemed to finally kick into effect. He slumped forward, resting his head against Hannibal's shoulder, which the taller man immediately encouraged by wrapping his opposite arm around him.

"You may hold me if you need to."

"I don't want to." Will replied bitterly.

"It's natural to crave human contact, Will."

"Even after human contact turns to... whatever that was?"

"Sexual abuse?" Hannibal offered.

"I have not been abused, Doctor Lecter." Will snapped defensively.
It seemed to Hannibal as though "abuse" was some kind of trigger word for Will; he documented his in his head for future reference.

"Haven't you?"

Will chose to remain silent, but he couldn't help but quiver a little. Hannibal felt this quiver under his arm and moved his hands to the sides of Will's face. He stood the man up straighter and looked him in the eyes to find that his eyes were starting to water up.

"I will comfort you. Do you want me to comfort you, Will?"

Silently, Will blinked a bit, and one small tear slid down his face.

"You don't need to feel ashamed if you need to say yes. Everyone needs comfort."

Will chuckled, though it sounded rather broken. "Even you...?"

"Yes. Even me."

After a brief pause, Will nodded, and in response to it, Hannibal held him tightly against himself.
"Cry if you need to cry, Will. It's alright. It'll be alright."

When Will finally calmed down, Hannibal brought him to a casual little restaurant where they resumed a civilized conversation over drinks.

"He wants to meet me back at that bus stop again tomorrow," Will said, for the time being deciding to leave out the part about D. making comment on his stag antlers, as he had never actually told Hannibal about that to begin with and didn't feel like explaining it at that moment.

"Do you plan to obey him?" Hannibal asked before he calmly took a sip of his drink.

"I don't know, go back to him just for him to treat me that way again? I would find that to be very dumb of me, to speak in simple terms." It was Will's turn to take a sip of his own drink.

"Do you know what mamihlapinatapai is, Will?"

Will nearly choked on his drink. "Gesundheit?"

"It's a Yaghan word for the wordless gaze that two people share with each other when both of them wish to initiate something with the other, but both are reluctant to do so."

Will stared at Hannibal quietly.

"We share such gazes very often, wouldn't you say?"

Will snorted. "If that's the case, then what is it we're reluctant to start?"

Suddenly, Will found himself caught in another mamihlapinatapai with Hannibal. There was a stack of napkins on the table, and both of them inexplicably reached for it at the same time, though neither of them actually needed a napkin. Their fingertips touched, and Will was the one to yank his hand away.

"Sorry," He grunted.

"There's no need to apologize for physical contact, Will."

"I'm not apologizing for the physical contact. I'm apologizing for the strange intimacy of the physical contact."

"There's no need to apologize for that either," Hannibal stated before he ended the dwindling conversation by taking another long sip of his drink.