Will nods, and he notices that Hannibal hasn't called her Alana since he used her name when he asked Will to run away with him tonight, and he wonders if it's indicative of how little he cares for her now, how he doesn't have to bother to pretend anymore, for Will's benefit, that he ever wanted anything from her other than to use her as a pawn. Will doesn't respond immediately, goes to his dresser and pulls out some clothes, two pairs of pants, four undershirts, for pairs of boxers, four pairs of socks. He tucks them into the duffel and goes to his small closet, taking out two plaid button up shirts, a heavy, cable-knit pullover, and a blazer. He doesn't bother with any of his ties, just takes the shirts and the outerwear to the bed and folds them quickly, placing them in the bag as well.
He leaves Hannibal at the desk, going into his bathroom and putting his toiletries together quickly, carrying the little bag back out and adding it to the duffle, zipping it shut. He doesn't take any of things, no nicknacks, no photos, nothing. He doesn't have anything here, besides his dogs, that he needs or will miss.
"Should I call her office?" Will suggests, picking up the conversation like there hadn't been five minutes since the last time Hannibal spoke. "Leave a message for her to find in the morning?"
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Date: 2016-02-14 11:27 pm (UTC)He leaves Hannibal at the desk, going into his bathroom and putting his toiletries together quickly, carrying the little bag back out and adding it to the duffle, zipping it shut. He doesn't take any of things, no nicknacks, no photos, nothing. He doesn't have anything here, besides his dogs, that he needs or will miss.
"Should I call her office?" Will suggests, picking up the conversation like there hadn't been five minutes since the last time Hannibal spoke. "Leave a message for her to find in the morning?"