Something about the silence between the two of us under the heat of the setting sun. Will tilted his hat up, the brim pushing his curls into his vision. Hannibal held his gaze back to the East towards town with a mild expression.
“Jack will be expecting you,” Hannibal reminded, tone flat. Will kept his gaze to the west. “Jack is always expecting someone.” He muttered bitterly. Hannibal studied Will, though their gazes wouldn't meet. “That seems to bother you,” he noted allowed. A sigh escaped Will. “not that he's expecting me, but what he's expecting of me.” he murmured.“The job isn't all you cracked it up to be…” Hannibal remarked. Will sighed and glanced at Hannibal, silently observing the man's behaviour briefly. “I'll see you again sometime soon,” he grumbled, adjusting his hat. “I expect to see you tonight, as always.” Hannibal reminded as Will was leaving.
Will walked a few good miles back in to town, trying to keep his pace brisk but low effort under the hot weather that afternoon. Passing buildings with main establishments and of course a bustling secret life in their walls. Like old memories and long passed times an underground system lived within the town just out of sight that Will had known of very well for a long time but swore only to reveal parts of to Jack if absolutely necessary. He was in this to save lives after all, not ruin them. He walked past the shaky old buildings of the town until he was walking the wall of the station, running his hand over the wood all the way up to the door.
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At Night We Feast Like Coyotes
FanfictionWestern Hannibal fanfic (Note: probably horrible Grammer and no formating because I don't do any editing on this story I just write on it as a self punishment for procrastinating)
