Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Chapter 5) Will.

Over the months Papa and Will would see each other often. Usually for therapy but sometimes he would join us for dinner. One night Will was eating dinner with us.

"Thank you for the wine Mick." Will said as I poured him a glass.

"You're welcome." I said before taking my seat. Papa came out with dinner and we began to eat.

They were talking about a case and then Will mentioned fishing. I instantly listened in.

"Papa, can I go fishing one day?" I asked. "I did it in boy scouts so I think I remember how to."

"I don't see why not." He said.

"If you want I can teach you." Will offered.

"Really? Thank you?" I said.

"Ever been ice fishing?" He asked.

"No, we mostly fished on the lake."

"Ice fishing is very fun. I'll take you next time I go." He said.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, thank you Will." Papa thanked as he cut into his food.

We continued that conversation and eventually we all finished up. I went up to my room and read a book. I was finally passing my Italian lessons so I decided to challenge myself by reading an Italian novel. I had my notes out for words I didn't know.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in Papa." I called out, not looking up from my desk.

"It's me." Said Will.

"Oh sorry, usually Papa comes by in the evenings to see if I finished my work." I explained. "So what's up?"

"Hannibal told me to tell you but I'm going to my cabin up North next weekend if you still wanted to join for fishing." He offered. "It would be for a week. Are you still interested?"

"Yeah, if Papa is okay with it." I said.

"He is, that's why he said for me to tell you."

"Thank you. I could enjoy some time out of the city." I smiled.

"That's why I enjoy it too." He chuckled. "It gives the mind peace and relaxation away from the busyness of the city and from work." He said sitting on my bed behind me.

"I could definitely use that." I said glancing back at my book.

"What book is that?" He asked looking over it. I didn't notice Papa standing in the doorway listening in.

"It's an Italian novel, I'm studying the language since I am also part Italian." I explained. "Well not biologically speaking but adoptive speaking. I am Lithuanian but Papa is part Italian and believes that learning the language can help with my studies of history and art."

"You're adopted?" He asked. "I didn't know, sorry to intrude like that."

"No no, it's fine." I reassured. "Hannibal is technically my cousin so we are related, I'm just related to him on his father's side."

"May I ask, what happened?" Will asked, an expression on his face that showed he was genuinely interested in the conversation and curious about the answer.

"My parents died from illness when I was four, though I don't really care for them, particularly my father." I expressed. "He did an awful thing that I don't think I could forgive him for. Besides, Hannibal is my real father. He was there and wouldn't abandon me."

"Yeah, it seems he really does care for you. That's good, don't ever forget that." Will said rubbing my hair and standing up.

"I won't. And thank you again for taking me fishing."