When Hannibal replies, employing the civil tone of a coworker combined with the long suffering of someone less than enchanted to be traveling with his much younger colleague, Will has a difficult time containing his delight. They've both been just as guilty of utilizing deception for their own purposes in the past, but this is the first time they've engaged in it together, cooperating to achieve the same end goal. It's the first taste, Will thinks, of what their life will be going forward. Hannibal has taken Will behind the curtain into his world, and this journey will be his chance to show Hannibal how well he can play the game.
He's equally pleased with the way Hannibal explains away the fact that they're paying with a stack of one hundred dollar bills. They're crisp and new, probably having been taken from the bank in smaller varying increments over a period of several months, staying under the radar so any random checks of Hannibal's financial activity wouldn't bring up any red flags. But they're fresh enough that it seems reasonable that the money was taken out today in preparation for this trip, handed over by a governing body of the university that they appeared to work for to cover their funding until the appropriate grants were deposited. It's a well constructed cover story, and it's absolutely sold by Hannibal's European charm. The ticket agent has taken notice of them, but she doesn't seem in any way alarmed or ready to flag their names in the system as the potential purveyors of fraud.
Will is quiet through the rest of the transaction, playing at looking bored and tired even though he's alive on the inside, enjoying their game so immensely that for the first time he's glad they'll have a few more hours in these roles before they arrive in Paris. They stand in companionable silence in the security line, reasonably short due to the hour, having their boarding passes checked and going through the ordeal of removing their shoes and their coats so some low tech machines and underpaid humans can declare that they aren't terrorists.
Will has a thought while he watches Hannibal go through the process ahead of him that, despite not carrying a single weapon, Hannibal is infinitely more dangerous than anything TSA could ever catch with a backscatter x-ray and a metal detector. It makes him feel a little smug for some reason, even though he knows Hannibal doesn't plan to cause any trouble on their flight.
Security theater show concluded, they proceed toward their gate. They haven't really spoken in a long time and Will finds he's missing Hannibal's voice, the nearness of him. He knows anything he does that's unplanned will increase the chances that they'll be noticed, so he manages to keep himself at a distance from Hannibal as they walk, occupying his mind with impossible notions, like being able to take Hannibal into a bathroom and lock the door, just have a few minutes of rushed groping and kissing to satisfy his growing appetite.
At the gate, he settles for looking at his watch, then asking, "What time do we board?" just to hear Hannibal speak to him.
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Date: 2016-02-24 10:47 pm (UTC)He's equally pleased with the way Hannibal explains away the fact that they're paying with a stack of one hundred dollar bills. They're crisp and new, probably having been taken from the bank in smaller varying increments over a period of several months, staying under the radar so any random checks of Hannibal's financial activity wouldn't bring up any red flags. But they're fresh enough that it seems reasonable that the money was taken out today in preparation for this trip, handed over by a governing body of the university that they appeared to work for to cover their funding until the appropriate grants were deposited. It's a well constructed cover story, and it's absolutely sold by Hannibal's European charm. The ticket agent has taken notice of them, but she doesn't seem in any way alarmed or ready to flag their names in the system as the potential purveyors of fraud.
Will is quiet through the rest of the transaction, playing at looking bored and tired even though he's alive on the inside, enjoying their game so immensely that for the first time he's glad they'll have a few more hours in these roles before they arrive in Paris. They stand in companionable silence in the security line, reasonably short due to the hour, having their boarding passes checked and going through the ordeal of removing their shoes and their coats so some low tech machines and underpaid humans can declare that they aren't terrorists.
Will has a thought while he watches Hannibal go through the process ahead of him that, despite not carrying a single weapon, Hannibal is infinitely more dangerous than anything TSA could ever catch with a backscatter x-ray and a metal detector. It makes him feel a little smug for some reason, even though he knows Hannibal doesn't plan to cause any trouble on their flight.
Security theater show concluded, they proceed toward their gate. They haven't really spoken in a long time and Will finds he's missing Hannibal's voice, the nearness of him. He knows anything he does that's unplanned will increase the chances that they'll be noticed, so he manages to keep himself at a distance from Hannibal as they walk, occupying his mind with impossible notions, like being able to take Hannibal into a bathroom and lock the door, just have a few minutes of rushed groping and kissing to satisfy his growing appetite.
At the gate, he settles for looking at his watch, then asking, "What time do we board?" just to hear Hannibal speak to him.