From what Will could tell, Hannibal was actually asleep. The profiler took the opportunity to study the other man at his leisure.
It was an interesting face, even when it was relaxed, though Will couldn't make up his mind if it were actually good looking or not, finally deciding it was the intellect and personality behind it that sold it as attractive.
A thin wide flat mouth promised both cruelty and tenderness behind inscrutable expressions. A scar ran across the bridge of Hannibal's nose, tattling that it had been broken several times. Will wondered about the 'who done it'. There was another over was his left eye from something sharp, probably from glass or a blade. It was a sharp face that had a history carved into it.
Regardless of it and its proprietor, Will gave into temptation, leaning in to kiss those complicated lips. Shark dead eyes opened in an instant, illuminating from within by a sudden awareness, strange reddish brown color they were. Will pulled back to rest their foreheads against each other again.
"You're staring." Hannibal whispered, Will grateful for it. Speaking in normal tones would mean they would have to get up and go back to playing their parts. At the moment, they were in a bubble of sorts, one made from the film of a new day and uninterrupted hours. Will could almost forget everything about Hannibal like this.
Almost...
"I can stare if I want. I've earned it." Will whispered back, keeping with the theme.
"That you have." Hannibal chuckled, "Eyes not bothering you today?"
"It's just you. I already know all your sins."
"Oh, not all of them, not even close, but enough to be comfortable with me."
"I'm sure what lies beneath the surface runs deep. Someone, most likely several someones, had a hand in making you."
"No one made me. I made me." Hannibal said quietly, losing levity to sudden seriousness.
"I don't know which is worse." Will snorted, beginning to draw away. Hannibal had other ideas, his arms becoming a cage.
"Doesn't it make you weary? Having to hide all the time?" Hannibal asked as he chased shy lips with his own. Will sighed into the kiss, closing his eyes as he gave in to temptation again.
"I could ask you the same question. Your person suit is very elaborate and perfectly tailored to you."
"Person suit?" Made Hannibal's usually tranquil face crack from grinning.
"What's so funny?" Will had not been excepting that reaction.
"You're the second person who has used that term to describe me." Hannibal looked very amused and pleased about life.
"Who was the first?" Will asked. Hannibal looked younger, more human when he smiled like that, showing off his imperfect teeth.
"My psychiatrist."
"You have one? For how long?" That was a lot to take in.
"For as long as I've been practicing psychiatry."
"He-"
"She."
"She must be a very unusual person."
"I would describe her as more resilient than unusual."
"She would have to be."
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