It's late, quiet and dark, and the driver doesn't say much beyond the usual pleasantries, has the radio off in the vehicle, so the only sound in the cabin is the road noise of the tires on the pavement and the steady hum of the engine. The vibration of it calms Will's nerves a measure, and he follows Hannibal's lead as far as their body language is concerned, sitting beside him in the backseat like they've only just met, asked to travel together by a third party. The disparity of their act and their real first meeting amuses Will, thinking about the way Hannibal had immediately started testing boundaries, commenting on Will's behavior and making assumptions about his intellect.
Even that first day Hannibal had gotten under Will's skin. Their relationship from there has taken a lot of sharp turns, and fast enough to make Will's metaphorical stomach bottom out, and while he doesn't suspect their path ahead will be straight and easy, he feels like they're running on the same track.
A quick glance in his periphery finds Hannibal's gaze is directed out the window, though Will has a feeling he's not really seeing anything, just letting his eyes go blurry while he mind works on plans for what's next. Will doesn't turn his head toward him, just continues to look toward his own window, his focus relaxed so he only sees lights bleeding into indistinct auras. He isn't sure when he did it, but he finds his hand's resting on the seat between them, his fingers spread and stretched toward Hannibal's body beside him. A second later he feels one of Hannibal's fingers bump into his ring fingertip, the notion of it being accidental washed away when, instead of pulling back, Hannibal's hand slides minutely closer.
Will swallows, takes a breath, and moves the end of his finger so it brushes over the fingernail on Hannibal's. It's a bare touch, but it's not remotely benign, the calm Will found before tilting a little at the contact. An amazing amount of intimacy can be conveyed in subtle ways, and while Will's finding it difficult to decide exactly what this means, all of the possibilities cause his heart to tumble in his chest.
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Date: 2016-02-18 06:48 pm (UTC)Even that first day Hannibal had gotten under Will's skin. Their relationship from there has taken a lot of sharp turns, and fast enough to make Will's metaphorical stomach bottom out, and while he doesn't suspect their path ahead will be straight and easy, he feels like they're running on the same track.
A quick glance in his periphery finds Hannibal's gaze is directed out the window, though Will has a feeling he's not really seeing anything, just letting his eyes go blurry while he mind works on plans for what's next. Will doesn't turn his head toward him, just continues to look toward his own window, his focus relaxed so he only sees lights bleeding into indistinct auras. He isn't sure when he did it, but he finds his hand's resting on the seat between them, his fingers spread and stretched toward Hannibal's body beside him. A second later he feels one of Hannibal's fingers bump into his ring fingertip, the notion of it being accidental washed away when, instead of pulling back, Hannibal's hand slides minutely closer.
Will swallows, takes a breath, and moves the end of his finger so it brushes over the fingernail on Hannibal's. It's a bare touch, but it's not remotely benign, the calm Will found before tilting a little at the contact. An amazing amount of intimacy can be conveyed in subtle ways, and while Will's finding it difficult to decide exactly what this means, all of the possibilities cause his heart to tumble in his chest.