...ah, there it is. Will doesn't have to wait any longer at all, as it turns out. Will's fingers settle on one of Malcolm's shoulders, as Malcolm's continue moving. He's decided he's not going to lie about anything- not even going to sugarcoat it (if he can help himself).

"I'd be happy," he admits, quietly. "But I wouldn't be happier. I never- never feel safe around Hannibal. It's not always an issue, for me, but...it's important, having someone I actually trust, who I don't have to...decode, every time I talk to them. Even with me, Hannibal rarely says what he means."

Will shifts up so he's on his elbow. It changes the lighting a little, so the bottom half of his face and his eyes can more easily be seen. He's watching Malcolm, worried but earnest. "Did it scare you? The way I acted? That was...how I tended to be, around him. I don't hide the dark around you, but I might...cordon it off, some. Take some unearned distance from it."