Losing You Terrifies Me

Gentle. That was the word the monster had used. Will would hold onto that word as if it were the only thing in the universe. Because it was gentle. Each skim of lips and trace of tongue, each brush of fingers and dip of hips were nothing but gently maddening, sending Will so far into himself that he thought he would never be found again, only to be pulled back by books and wine and a weightless timelessness, free of the rules of physics and mathematics.

Will suffers from a case of amnesia after the fall and attempts to kill Hannibal whenever he relapses.