Hannibal's words, his tone, they're even and measured, but Will can hear the intent behind them, the same impatience Will feels all the way into his dreams, the same desire that's making these few hours of denying their natures the most difficult of their lives. Will checks his watch again, and time is progressing more slowly than Will would like, but the little bout of sleep they both managed has gotten them within about two hours of scheduled touchdown.
"I'm sorry for waking you," Will says, his tone friendly and apologetic, Giacomo's young colleague, feeling guilty for disturbing his companion's attempted rest. "Can I get you another glass of wine?" he asks, turning toward Hannibal, hoping for another few seconds of careful eye contact.
The truth is Will could use the whiskey he'd considered earlier, and maybe Hannibal wouldn't mind another drink as well. It's a good distraction too, something to keep Will's hands busy, take the sharp edge off the unquelled hunger he feels running through him no matter how hard he tries to quiet it.
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Date: 2016-03-01 05:03 am (UTC)"I'm sorry for waking you," Will says, his tone friendly and apologetic, Giacomo's young colleague, feeling guilty for disturbing his companion's attempted rest. "Can I get you another glass of wine?" he asks, turning toward Hannibal, hoping for another few seconds of careful eye contact.
The truth is Will could use the whiskey he'd considered earlier, and maybe Hannibal wouldn't mind another drink as well. It's a good distraction too, something to keep Will's hands busy, take the sharp edge off the unquelled hunger he feels running through him no matter how hard he tries to quiet it.