"Don't psychoanalyze me.."

Hannibal's POV

I'd been nervous about Will for a while now. I felt as if I'd forced him over the edge. Obviously before he was never fully okay but he trusted me as his personal support system, yet I willingly betrayed his trust. Everything he told me meant nothing to me. Except, I felt n0 triumph in manipulating him. Whatever I was expecting to feel was non-existent and if anything I just mourned him. I longed for him to be in my hollow office once again. To smell the natural, musty odour upon him whenever he yawned or stretched, and the spearmint tinge on his breath that escaped whenever he chewed gum under stress. I never realised until now how much attention I had been paying to him. Why was I noticing the little things? It seemed silly because I'd never taken this much interest in another person. I concluded that it must just be my curiosity. After all, he made a fantastic detective and had a true gift for the crime scenes he underwent. He was admirable and charming; something so comforting about a comfortless man. I hadn't known him as long as the others but it felt like years we'd been in each other's lives. He felt like another part of me, someone who truly understood my artistry. But yet here I sat, day after day, twiddling my black biro in my hand, staring at the seat opposite my own, the patient seat. I'd listened and helped so many lost souls, so many who needed mental guidance. But never any like him. Mr Graham was a spectacle. Whenever I knew his appointment would be the next, I would sometimes move the two chairs closer. It made me feel more connected to him, more intimate. I'd yearned for his friendship since I met him, this way I could learn more about how his brain functions, his thoughts, emotions, his encephalitis.. Yes, I had diagnosed him myself. It didn't take a genius psychiatrist to tell what he was suffering from, just a good one. I wanted to keep this information to myself though. I couldn't risk his career. Besides, the longer I let him drive himself up the walls, the more he'd come to me for help. I liked seeing the vulnerable side of him, when he needed me to help him. It made me feel powerful, yet it also made me feel kind. The thought that I could help someone I cared so deeply about. The fact that he could rely on me for anything. Not Alana, not Jack, just me.

I thrusted my head back letting out a sharp exhale. My thoughts about Will had been dominating everything else in my life. I wanted to let him inside my head, let him know what I thought of him. After all, I'd been inside his. But if I didn't unnerve him before, I definitely would now. I felt awful about what I was doing to him. I was driving him insane. Slowly but surely, I could read it on his face every time he sat opposite to me. His body language told me enough. The way his knee couldn't keep still, his persistent shaky hands, the way he could never keep eye contact with me and instead flit his eyes everywhere but my own. It was a shame, he had very nice eyes.

A couple minutes passed. A few minutes of silence where my vision was clouded with all these emotions. Maybe he'd feel like this too, however, I knew that was just me trying to give myself benefit of the doubt. In reality, he despised me. I pestered him with my questions. I was too uninteresting for him, he told me face to face. He preferred talking to people worth the time, not someone he suspected to be boring and innocent. I rolled my eyes at the thought. The thought that he barely knew me. Everything he thought he knew was nothing. I was a lot more than he suspected. And I would prove him wrong, he would finally find me interesting.

Some more minutes passed, my head still fixed in the same position, my mind still fixed on the same thought. I could hear approaching footsteps outside my office door. I knew it was him. The man I'd been caught up over for I don't even know how long. He was coming to my door despite not having an appointment. Usually if a patient showed up without an appointment I'd turn them away automatically, but he was an exception. He was welcome into my grips any time and now was one of those times. I prepared myself and tidied a few things off my desk. I could smell the must and spearmint thriving off of him. Not too suddenly, the door swung open and a startled, apprehensive-looking Will walked through. He closed it with a squint, placed his coat on the nearest arm chair and walked over, tense.
"Later than usual, but all the more welcome. How can I help you Will." I started, figuring something must be wrong for him to be here at this time.
A fretful Will looked me in the eyes, before flitting them around the whole room. He sighed and waited before speaking.
"I kissed Alana Bloom."
He sounded distressed as he ran his veiny hand through his unbrushed hair. I froze in my spot. My vision cleared and the most I could do was gulp.
What..

Author's Note:
HEYYYY! I get this is only the first chapter but I'd loooove if you read and voted us. This fic will be ongoing and alternate between Hannibal and Will's perspectives. This is written by owner 1, as most of the Hannibal POV's will be because he's my fave obvi 😍
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