Will notices when Hannibal starts to take his time dressing, and he's grateful for that little gift he's given, the first glimpses of a body Will hopes he will get to know very, very intimately. It will give Will something to contemplate on their long flight, cultivating ideas of what shape their sex life might take, considering what Hannibal might like in bed, beyond what they've just done. He knows by the time they they land in France, go through customs, and get transportation to the place Hannibal has planned for them to stay they're both going to be exhausted, but the desire they have for each other will be honed to a fine point, all those hours of thinking about each other this way without being able to do anything about it. Will imagines the sex the have their first night in Paris will be frantic and desperate, and afterward they'll sleep for hours.
Will nods as Hannibal tells him what's left, and he's sure Hannibal's bags have been packed for months, ready for him to go on the run on his own, not with Will. The fact that Will is a part of this now is relatively new, but not enough so that Hannibal isn't prepared to have Will there by his side. While Hannibal goes to his closet, Will takes a look over the room, seeing the very slight mess they've left, the duvet mussed, a wet stain where Will's come is drying, probably some of Hannibal's there as well, leaked out of Will as he rested on his side, and the tie, cast aside in the middle of the mattress.
Will knows the FBI has both his and Hannibal's DNA on file. They'll be able to see who the semen belonged to, the epithelials on the bed, all over Hannibal's tie. Jack could guess that this whole thing was staged, but he knows Jack will see the truth, will know exactly what happened here. He imagines the look on Jack's face when the realization dawns, how Jack might look at them if he ever manages to catch up to them.
Patiently, Will waits for Hannibal to finish in the wardrobe, suitcase in hand. Hannibal sets it down, then moves across the room to where Will assumes the documents are being kept securely. Will's starting to feel anxious, not because he's worried but because he's ready to get started.
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Will nods as Hannibal tells him what's left, and he's sure Hannibal's bags have been packed for months, ready for him to go on the run on his own, not with Will. The fact that Will is a part of this now is relatively new, but not enough so that Hannibal isn't prepared to have Will there by his side. While Hannibal goes to his closet, Will takes a look over the room, seeing the very slight mess they've left, the duvet mussed, a wet stain where Will's come is drying, probably some of Hannibal's there as well, leaked out of Will as he rested on his side, and the tie, cast aside in the middle of the mattress.
Will knows the FBI has both his and Hannibal's DNA on file. They'll be able to see who the semen belonged to, the epithelials on the bed, all over Hannibal's tie. Jack could guess that this whole thing was staged, but he knows Jack will see the truth, will know exactly what happened here. He imagines the look on Jack's face when the realization dawns, how Jack might look at them if he ever manages to catch up to them.
Patiently, Will waits for Hannibal to finish in the wardrobe, suitcase in hand. Hannibal sets it down, then moves across the room to where Will assumes the documents are being kept securely. Will's starting to feel anxious, not because he's worried but because he's ready to get started.