Will Graham strolled into his colleagues office with an outward look of confidence and the mental state of a chihuahua in a thunder storm. Still, He was dressed well and from what he knew of social norms, not much, it seemed that if you dress the part it doesn't matter much what you do.
Hannibal seemed shocked at his presence, silvered eyebrows jumping a nano-metre at his entrance.
"one kiss and he decides to forget i work here? What is this, some kind of punishment for pushing him away?"
But Dr Lecter was Dr Lecter, so the surprise playing on his eyebrows could not prevail long. His countenance soon calmed into its usual sharp European smoulder.
"Good morning Will. How are you feeling?" He placed a cool pale hand onto Will's warm, gently shaking shoulder "I'm asking you as my friend, not my patient"
"Of course it's all a joke to him" Will seethed internally, an acidic feeling building in his chest.
"I'm... i'm fine. I came to... address what happened" Will forced through pursed lips.
"And what would that be, Will?" Hannibal seemed to tower over will, a cool aura beating down onto the smaller man "Things happen all the time, please be more specific"
Will's cheeks burned, his mouth hung open, scrambling for the words to no avail.
"How does he do this... I'm never at a loss for words unless I choose to be. And yet, his awful brilliant mind... leaves me paralysed. Its humiliating"
"Will" The Doctor's melodic voice sliced through the thick fog in his friend's mind "You've come to my office with the intention of getting something. I can smell the fresh polish on your shoes, and your shirt has all its buttons. So spit it out.
Tell me what you want"
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Hannigram -Strictly Proffessional
FanficAfter being introduced by Jack Crawford, Will Graham is intrigued by Hannibal Lecter. He has the perfect excuse to see more of him when the Doctor calls by his class - as a student.
