The look Giacomo gives him, gives Peter, exhibits a sort of well worn patience, long suffering because, despite his young companion's complete inability to keep what they're doing under wraps, Giacomo is willing to overlook it. He's just as interested in going back to their shared flat for sex as Peter is, and he doesn't entirely mind if people around them get ideas, because his colleague is attractive, and he gets a bit of a thrill out of people knowing that Peter belongs to him.

Or, at least, that's how Hannibal's performance reads to Will. He continues to play his own part admirably, standing close enough to Hannibal as he purchases their items to make it very clear they're about to go use them together, and he even gives the girl behind the counter a nervous little smile. She barely meets his eyes, uncomfortable, and he knows she's going to do her level best to forget him, to forget this moment, as quickly as she can.

Back out on the street, Will shivers and pushes his hands into his pockets, his feet scuffing against the cobblestone, echoing into the night. Peter steals glances at Giacomo as they walk back to their apartment, wanting to say something, to tell his mentor how ready he is to do this, finally, but he bites his tongue. Will thinks about Hannibal's body, his muscles moving under his skin, beneath his clothes, imagines himself stripping all of that away, finding Hannibal's beating heart, taking it for his own.