Alana decided to bring Will back, surprisingly. But Will was told if he had to see Hannibal again, they'd have to "proof" him (by that she meant wearing the straight-jacket, muzzle, etc.) She wanted to see where this would go. Last time he was there Hannibal had begun to speak a bit. He continued to mumble to himself for a couple of days in between frequent crying.
Hannibal was placed on a dolly. He wore a white straight-jacket and a white muzzle. This was to keep him from hurting anyone or escaping, of course.
Once Will came into the room, Hannibal began to stir a bit, mewling slightly. Will came closer to him, instinctively. He pulled a hand out of his coat pocket and placed it on Hannibal's head. Hannibal savors the extremity combing through his slightly greying hair, while also enjoying the company of Will. He was oddly delighted when Hannibal emitted a soft coo from under the plastic mask, faintly heard from the holes. Will couldn't help but smile, considering how different Hannibal was acting at the moment.
"Well, he certainly likes you better than the rest of us." Frederick uttered.
"What do you mean?" Will questioned, not at all surprised by Hannibal playing favorites.
"We tried to have him complete a psychological assessment a couple days ago and he wouldn't cooperate with us." Alana explained on the behalf of her colleague.
Will chuckled a bit under his breath. He should have expected it. "Do you want him to take them now? He might be a bit more willing around me." He played with a couple of strands of ashy brown hair. Hannibal's eyes were closed and in a relaxed expression, clearly enjoying the physical affection.
"I don't see why not. Thoughts, Frederick?" Alana turned to him, expectantly. She had a hunch that he would say yes. She was right.