RUDE (Hannigram)

Chapter 5.

"I did what I thought was best." Jack explained to Alana.

"You let him suffer. You put him through all of this!" She defended.

"Will is fine. He's at Hannibal's resting."

Will's at Hannibal's, Alana didn't like that idea.

"You know Will, I know Will, we both know that keeping him there is a bad idea."

"It was a last minute resort. I didn't even suggest it, my wife did!"

"It was a 'last minute resort.' and you bring him to the very man he wants to kill?"

"Hannibal is his therapist. End of discussion, I've had this conversation with many people."

Jack walked out of his office, leaving Alana fuming with rage.

***
Alana got there just after breakfast, Will was explaining to Hannibal about The Stag Man, Hannibal closely listening.

"Ever since Garret-Jacob Hobbs died, ever since I killed him and Abigail got orphaned, I saw this man like stag and a deer. Like the ones they used to hunt." He explained.

"You know that Garret-Jacob Hobbs was a bad person, you were doing what was right, Will." Alana interpreted.

"She's right, listen to her and you're more likely to put this whole thing behind you." Hannibal joined in.

Will got up and strolled over to Alana, wondering if she could ever love a psycho killer like himself. (Lol, it's like a soap opera.) Alana, however, didn't feel the same, yet she grabbed Wills hands in her own and let Will tower over her.

Hannibal watched this all, angry by the sight. Yes, he did sleep with Alana, but he was furious that Will wanted Alana's love. Will moved his head down so that they're lips almost touched, Hannibal interpreted. Party pooper.

"I think me and Will need to talk,." He said.

Alana moved her head away so she could say, "I need to go anyway, I'll see you later Will."

Alana felt guilt on the inside but knew not to make relationship with an unstable person. She couldn't be with Will until he got better.

Hannibal felt so angry when Will came to him when he kissed Alana, but seeing their lips so close made him want to scream. Will told him that Alana didn't love him and no one would. Hannibal just put a hand on his shoulder and softly said;

"Sometimes love is cold. Like ice."

There was a fire in front of them, and Will wondered what kind of love that was like, so he quietly asked.

"That kind of love is the kind where you know you want to forget their voice, smile, laughter, and you know they want to forget too. That kind of love is where you convince yourself you're not in love, that you don't know everything about them because they have became a stranger to you. But a fire kind of love, is different from the ice kind of love. It doesn't melt away and you forget about it. It burns and destroys, it's the most painful kind of love, it'll destroy in a matter of seconds."

And very quietly and fastly, he added;

"Like my love for you."

Will hadn't heard what he said, thankfully.

"So this fire kind of love is like anybody I get close to. Anyone who I know I can trust keeps getting burned because I'm so unstable, like Alana said. They keep wanting to be warm but they end up burning." Will said.

"I think, in someway, I am fire like you, Will. Out there, there a some relationship that are like fire and ice; one forgets about the other while the other is in constant remembering of them, destroying their path because they could never work." Hannibal sympathize.

"I kissed Alana one day because I was worried I'd lose myself and everything else, but I think she knew that. They say love is supposed to be magical, the only magic I felt is when... is when I'm with you, Dr. Lector."

Will was so worried he'd say he wasn't gay or he didn't like him that way, he quickly backed away from the man, so worried he sounded like Franklin.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay, Will."

"I've, um, got to go feed the dogs."

"Will-"

But he was already out the door.