Will's mouth curves in a return smile before he even feels the desire to do it spread through his chest, his heart fluttering just a little in a way Will's never really experienced before. Will's body is uncomfortable, skin cold and sticky, muscles aching, still utterly exhausted, but his mind is warm and awake, caught in Hannibal's gaze. Eye contact has always been something Will's avoided unless he needed it as a gauge, to tell if a person was lying or hiding something. But Hannibal has been commanding Will's attention since nearly their first meeting, and now he doesn't want to look away, scarcely wants to blink. There's a gravity in Hannibal's eyes, one that draws Will in, and it's more than a fascination now; Will sees love in Hannibal's eyes, Hannibal's love, and Will's own reflected back.

Gaze still locked on Hannibal's, Will smiles again, just a bare quirk of his lips. "Do you have a shower here?" he asks, his palm skimming down Hannibal's side. "Or just a bathtub?"