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Anonymous asked you: Hi! If you're still taking prompts, there's something I haven't seen yet that I would love to read. Hannibal and Will are in an established relationship and Will knows all about Hannibal's less conventional hobbies. Will tells Hannibal he loves him sometimes, but he won't let Hannibal say it back because he believes Hannibal is incapable of love. Will is perfectly nice about it; he thinks Hannibal finds him interesting and desirable, but not that Hannibal's in love with him.

Will's quiet when he get to Hannibal's house. He stands in the doorway with his hands in the pockets of his jacket with his eyes fixed to the floor.

"I won't stay for dinner," the profiler says quietly.

Hannibal looks at him, observing him as he would a piece of art. "Are you feeling well?" A beat. "Or is it my cooking?" He asks with a slight knowing look.

Will sniffs and gives a sad little smile. "No, it's not your cooking. Maybe tomorrow." He turns his gaze up to look at Hannibal and for a brief second his eyes light up and he really smiles. "I just wanted to see you before I went back home."

Hannibal steps closer until there is less than a foot of space between them. He kisses Will, just a soft kiss that lasts no more than a second. "I don't suppose I could convince you to spend the night."

"I have to take care of the dogs." Will's hand slowly comes up to brush fingertips over clean-shaven jaw line and feels a strong hand rest on the small of his back to press him closer until hips are flush and they kiss again.

Will rocks up slightly on the balls of his feet to even the height difference and hums in content when Hannibal's free hand goes to card through wild curls.

"I love you," Will murmurs after he pulls back. But when Hannibal begins to reply, the profiler shakes his head. "Don't say it just because it's something I want to hear," he says with a sad smile.

"You still think I'm incapable of having affection?" Hannibal traces Will lower lip with his thumb. "Even with you?"

Will scrunches up his nose the way he often does at a particularly disappointing thought. "Maybe you do feel something toward me. Maybe you find me interesting or desirable like one of your fine dishes or a really brilliant work of art. At least I can inspire that much feeling."

Hannibal exhales slowly, long seconds ticking by as he places his hands to Will's hips. He staring down at the profiler, examining him the way he might a painting.

"Don't do that," Will pleads softly. He steps back. "I have to go. I have to—"

But Hannibal catches his hand as Will turns to leave. "The greatest disappointment is that I could say it a thousand times and you would never believe me."

Will looks down. "It wouldn't matter. I'd love whether you said it or not. Goodnight, Hannibal."

He steps forward and goes for another kiss before he leaves.