[ Will is in the middle of his own mind, at the moment. Hannibal pats him lightly on the shoulder and says, "And this is where I must leave you." ]
Must you?
[ "Unfortunately. You must engage with your current therapist, if you are to unknot your mind. Your former therapist will wait." Will frowns, but Hannibal gives him an encouraging smile. And then he's out of Lecter's office and back in his cabin, wrapped in sheets. ]
Coming--
[ He scrambles off his bed and navigates the chairs to get to his front door. He's wearing a blanket as a cloak, and looks hesitant as he glances up at Malcolm. ]
Come in.
[ His expression twitches, as if he has no idea what face to show to the world. He walks to the small sitting area next to the door and flops down into one of the armchairs. ]
I- I was infected. [ That should explain, at least some of this. ] You?
no subject
Must you?
[ "Unfortunately. You must engage with your current therapist, if you are to unknot your mind. Your former therapist will wait." Will frowns, but Hannibal gives him an encouraging smile. And then he's out of Lecter's office and back in his cabin, wrapped in sheets. ]
Coming--
[ He scrambles off his bed and navigates the chairs to get to his front door. He's wearing a blanket as a cloak, and looks hesitant as he glances up at Malcolm. ]
Come in.
[ His expression twitches, as if he has no idea what face to show to the world. He walks to the small sitting area next to the door and flops down into one of the armchairs. ]
I- I was infected. [ That should explain, at least some of this. ] You?