Hannibal sees the hunger in Will's eyes, notes how he licks his lips. His smile widens, just slightly, his own fond gaze turning sharp with desire. He glances down at Will's lips for just a moment, then up again, locking eyes again, one eyebrow cocked in acknowledgement. The facade they had maintained in their last hour or so in Baltimore and on the plane had also served to tamp down their desire, making them control it out of necessity. Now, though, with those bonds loosened, there is little keeping them from giving in right here, right now, then the necessity of decorum, of anonymity. Hannibal cannot help but think of kissing Will here and now, but he knows that once that dam is breached nothing will keep back those waters, and they still have a taxi ride ahead of them.
Best to be expedient, then.
Hannibal quickly picks two bottles, a red and a white, and makes his way to the cashier. He pays with euros (he has been building up a supply of euros for as long as he's been building up a supply of dollars) and, bag in one hand and handle of the roller suitcase in the other, he leaves at a swift clip, trusting Will to follow.
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Date: 2016-03-05 05:49 am (UTC)Best to be expedient, then.
Hannibal quickly picks two bottles, a red and a white, and makes his way to the cashier. He pays with euros (he has been building up a supply of euros for as long as he's been building up a supply of dollars) and, bag in one hand and handle of the roller suitcase in the other, he leaves at a swift clip, trusting Will to follow.