Hannibal watches Will with his dogs, smiling at his lover's outpouring of affection. He's always found it interesting that Will, who has such difficulty with connecting with human beings, has such an easy relationship with his rescued strays. Of course, with dogs there's no pretense, no facade, nothing to interpret. But at a deeper level the dogs represent the bestial urge, not buried or hidden but in a continuum of being. The dogs jumping around Will, licking his face, wagging their tails, are the same dogs who fought over scraps of Mason Verger's face. They will eat the food that Will cooks. And they will eat the bloody raw chunks he is now putting in their bowls for them to jostle over. When Will looks up Hannibal smiles. He nods to Will's question.
"We should get a message to Dr. Bloom so that she knows to come care for the dogs." He sits in one of the chairs and holds out a hand to the nearest dog, palm down to let it sniff before petting it, scratching it behind the ears.
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Date: 2016-02-14 06:20 pm (UTC)"We should get a message to Dr. Bloom so that she knows to come care for the dogs." He sits in one of the chairs and holds out a hand to the nearest dog, palm down to let it sniff before petting it, scratching it behind the ears.