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Time passed quickly as he stared out of the windshield, streetlamps lighting up his skin as his car passed by, his mind wandering aimlessly somewhere else. The route was so familiar to him, for he had done it so many times before, that he didn't need to focus on his driving to get to Hannibal's place safely.

Sooner than he thought, he found himself in the neighborhood. Will parked in the first free spot he found, got off and walked up to the door. Before knocking, he tried uselessly to tame his messy hair, only to make it worse. With a light snort he gave up, taking his glasses away and putting them in his pocket. He then turned to the door, only to get startled: he was now looking at a rather amused Hannibal in the eyes, who had opened the door soundlessly while he was trying to tidy himself up. By his expression, Will could tell he had witnessed his vain attempts to fix his appearance, and blushed out of embarrassment, avoiding his stare.

"Glad to see you, Will. Please, come in" Hannibal said, the shadow of a smile never leaving his lips as he made way for him to enter, keeping the door open. He cleared his throat, brushing past him, and took off his coat.

"Please." He took the coat from Will's hands, motioning for him towards the dining room, rewarded with a flash of his smile. As he hung it in the foyer, Hannibal joined him.

"You look very elegant tonight."

Will laughed under his breath. This kind of appreciation, coming from a man constantly dressed in the most classy three-piece suits he had ever seen, sounded ridiculous. But given his usual attire he guessed he actually looked elegant, at least compared to his standards: he was wearing a dark green sweater under a black jacket, combined with a pair of dark jeans.

"I was out of lumberjack shirts" he joked, getting a hardly contained chuckle from Hannibal. He smiled too.

"I mean it. That color brings out your eyes." Will eyed him, a bit taken aback, for that compliment seemed a little too intimate for their relationship not to be a mockery. Hannibal hold his stare as long as he kept it fixed on him, his expression genuine, no sign of derision in his eyes.

"Well, thank you" he muttered, looking away and clearing his throat in embarrassment.

"Shall we?"

The dining table was beautifully set, with pale porcelain dishes making vivid contrast with the crimson tablecloth, fine silverware shining in the dim light of the candles, a full set of glasses gracefully placed. Will was astonished: Hannibal's fine taste showed up even in the little details.

"Hope you didn't go out of your way, preparing all this" said Will, looking at the beautifully looking dish that was placed in front of him right after he sat at the table.

"Not at all" he replied with a little smile before illustrating the dish's name, main ingredients and preparation, as he usually did when he had guests at his table. Will wondered if he did the same even when dining on his own, just for the pleasure of rewarding such refined recipes, not able to enjoy its taste without celebrating it first.

"Bon appétit" Hannibal said, waiting for Will to take the first bite before starting to eat himself. They enjoyed the dinner talking very little, savoring the taste of every course, such refined dishes it would have been a waste to spoil them with useless chatter. As they were done eating the dessert, Hannibal took the dirty plates to the kitchen, followed by Will who took both their goblets with him.

"So, how have you been lately?" he asked, refreshing the dishes under the running water of the faucet before setting them in the dishwasher.

"Fine, actually" Will answered, a bit surprised himself. "I haven't slept a lot lately, so no nightmares thankfully."

"You finally found some peace of mind."

"Not really" he murmured before taking a sip of his wine, sparkling Hannibal's interest, who glanced at him waiting for him to continue. He returned the glace and pondered brushing away the subject, but then sighed and had to give in.

"I've had a couple of dreams recently, connected to one another, but not like any other I've ever had."

"Tell me more about it."

"Usually in my dreams I am acting like somebody else, but am myself." Will stared at Hannibal in the eye, him knowing exactly what he was talking about, for he had talked abundantly about his dreams before. "But in these, I am stuck being someone else. I have no control on what I do, I'm like a first-person observer, but also the main actor. "

"Like you're impersonating someone else?"

"Yes, but even if I'm aware of it, my 'character' keeps on acting as he wants to. I can feel what he's thinking, or feeling…" He stopped talking, remembering the strange attraction he had felt towards the black-haired man named Tristan. He shook his head a little, deciding not to go there, not knowing how to explain it to Hannibal without making a laughing stock out of himself.

"The first of these dreams left me in tears as I woke up" Will confessed with a hushed voice, not looking at him. Hannibal stared, his expression indecipherable, wondering. He tapped his fingers on the glass of wine he was holding, and took a few steps around the counter isle, moving towards Will.

"What was it about?" Hannibal spoke softly, his eyes never leaving Will's face, almost trying to read his thoughts through his expressions.

"I was on a hill, with an enormous crowd, me being a part of it, and a couple of the men there I knew, and were also in the second dream, and we formed a big circle all around three people, everyone was looking at them but not me, no, I was looking at a burial mound, the one with the helm hanging on it, not the other one, not the burning pyre, the one with the helm. And as I stood there I couldn't help but feel pain, and sorrow, and grief for the loss of the person buried there, a person I don't even know, a person that probably doesn't even exist, 'cos it's all a fucking dream, and I can't get rid of this feeling, it's carved under my skin, still now I can't even-" He stopped abruptly his conceited speech as he felt his voice crack, eyes moistened, and put the glass on the counter, the back of his hand pressed against his quivering lips. Hannibal did the same and put a hand on his back, caressing him, trying to soothe whatever he was feeling, never taking his eyes off him.

Will breathed heavily onto his hand for a few moments, calming down, and rubbed away a tear that threatened to escape from the corner of his eye. He leaned on the fridge with his back, breathing deep as he closed his eyes, still avoiding his gaze.

"Sorry about this" he whispered, "I don't know what's gotten into me lately."

"No need to apologize, Will. I'm here to hear you out, if you're troubled" Hannibal said with affection, his hand now resting on his shoulder.

"What's happening to me?" Will asked staring at him, worry in his eyes. "First those memory gaps, now these creepy dreams… What's wrong with me? Am I going completely mad?"

They stared into each other's eyes, not moving, very close. After a few moments, Will felt a strange feeling in his belly, like a void just formed into his stomach, sucking everything in. He held his breath, captured, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. As he blinked, another face overlapped Hannibal's, leaving Will breathless. For a second he saw Tristan, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Tell me about the other dream" Hannibal said after a moment, while the other was glaring all around the room, trying to make sense of what he had just seen.

"No. No, no, no, no. No, I need to go home now, I really need to get some sleep. I am sleep-deprived, and these, these, are the side effects!" Will almost yelled, nearly hysterical, now shaking badly, drawing back, gesticulating wildly.

"Will- Will, Will, Will, calm down now" he said, trying con contain him.

"Why did I see his face instead of yours?" he screamed, wide-eyed.

"Will, wait. Whose face did you see?" Hannibal frowned, not understanding who he was referring to.

"I need to leave, now." He stormed out of the kitchen, took his coat and slammed the door after him, almost running to the car.

Hannibal stood where Will had left him, his mind running on empty.