Will Graham sat in the chair opposite of Hannibal, lost in his mind once again. It's been harder to concentrate anywhere near Hannibal, just looking at him made his head dizzy. The fact that he had any type of thoughts about anyone, let alone his own therapist, was frightening to him. He couldn't get close to anyone...he was a monster, a freak. He was only useful for helping Jack get more information on murders and whatnot. Personally, no one actually needed him. He was just---
"Will?" Hannibal asked, a little concerned.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I asked you a question. Have you been listening at all?"
"Oh, um, no sorry, I was ju---"
Hannibal cut off, "Lost in your mind. I understand."
Will stopped and stared at Dr. Lector, "And what exactly do you understand?"
"I understand the difficulty of having a mind like yours and no one else possessing it. I understand how people think you're crazy, or you're the one who committed these crimes. I also understand how people assume you are a psychopath because of what you can do and what you supposedly think, though they are not your thoughts." Hannibal replied coolly.
Hearing each word leave Hannibal's mouth, made Will shiver. The way he talked made it sound like he knew. Like he knew how it felt to be treated like an outsider....a freak. Maybe he really did understand, maybe he wasn't pretending to like everyone else was.
"You talk like it's from experience...am I correct in assuming?" Will asked Hannibal hoping.
"Yes, you in fact are. I've been portrayed as the villain and as the monster in too many occasions I wish to speak of. The things people would tell me or say about me would very deeply effect me, but I never showed it. People are cruel today, that's why I am a therapist, to try to change people and their nasty ways. I've been on the other side of everyone's negative behavior and I am very displeases of such conduct." Hannibal said to Will, who was listening very intently.....surprisingly.
Realizing he has caught Will's attention, it's his time to ask him questions he has been trying to ask.
"Will, why do you think no one deserves you?"
Will sighed knowing he let himself into this trap, but knew he had to answer honestly. After all, that is what he is here for right?
"What do I have to offer to people? All I am useful for is helping to solve crimes and detecting clues, but that's it. If I didn't have that ability, what would people make of me? With this so called 'gift' I can blame it for my own insanity, but if I didn't have it people would know I'm just as crazy without it as I am with it. Who would want to be involved with a person who constantly thinks like a killer, and not just some ordinary serial killer, but a thoughtful, planned out murder with distinct and graphic details. I can't ever escape from it ever, in my dreams everything comes back to haunt me. I couldn't put anyone through that sort of crap." Will exclaimed.
He was getting upset for some reason, he shouldn't be getting emotional over this. Will was used to knowing love would never come his way, and he has accepted it, but why was he getting sad? He didn't want to cry in front of Hannibal because that would make him look weak and he didn't want that at all. As Will looked up to see Dr. Lector's reaction, he saw something else there. As their eyes locked onto each other, a burning feeling in the pit of Will's stomach started to form. He knew what that feeling was, but he has never thought on it. Thought what it would be like to feel Hannibal's lips locked onto his and have him feel Hannibal's erection against his own and---STOP IT! Don't think like that, it's wrong and you know it! But, it seemed even though Will could mentally stop thinking of his therapist, physically he definitely couldn't. He looked down to see a bulge in his pants, but he discreetly covered it with a pillow before Hannibal saw. --"Will"---
