[ Will sighs deeply. He can tell Malcolm is pushing him to separate himself into compartments. He doesn't want to. But he can't go on for too long like this, either, with conflicting actions popping up occasionally. ]

He...he got infected. It was-

[ He stops for a second, sits up straighter in his armchair. Frowns. ]

It was Hannibal. Dark hair, but- wait, that's- that's not possible. There's no way he could've been there. Right?