Will decides not to mention that he doesn't think that he'd be able to be like that with Hannibal at all here, because they'd both be locked down far more tightly than he has been thus far. It's true, but also not the point.
"I...I like the darkness in you, Malcolm. And the light. Being with you isn't boring...even if we weren't on a ship that goes to hell every couple of weeks- and might do so literally some day. That's why I want what I want. A safe home with you and access to everything else. All the good fights we could imagine."
He frowns a bit, after considering another option. "But I don't...you've worked so hard to not step across the line. And I-" He's being too soft about it again. It's hard not to be when he's leaning his face into Malcolm's hand and enjoying the comfort of the bed. "I replay killing Avalon in my head. It was...so. Satisfying. To finally do something when nothing had worked. To watch their breathing slow and hitch and stop. To know they deserved it a thousand times over."
He's practically salivating, recounting it. Maybe that's a werewolf thing, but he's not entirely betting on it. He pulls in a shaky breath and realizes he stopped watching Malcolm's face. He looks back up now, cautiously. "I don't want to tug you over that line. But I am- I do often wish you could step across it. Because the most terrifying thing in my life right now? It's the thought of losing you. And I doubt I can change the part of me that sees beauty, in a terrible end for horrible people."
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"I...I like the darkness in you, Malcolm. And the light. Being with you isn't boring...even if we weren't on a ship that goes to hell every couple of weeks- and might do so literally some day. That's why I want what I want. A safe home with you and access to everything else. All the good fights we could imagine."
He frowns a bit, after considering another option. "But I don't...you've worked so hard to not step across the line. And I-" He's being too soft about it again. It's hard not to be when he's leaning his face into Malcolm's hand and enjoying the comfort of the bed. "I replay killing Avalon in my head. It was...so. Satisfying. To finally do something when nothing had worked. To watch their breathing slow and hitch and stop. To know they deserved it a thousand times over."
He's practically salivating, recounting it. Maybe that's a werewolf thing, but he's not entirely betting on it. He pulls in a shaky breath and realizes he stopped watching Malcolm's face. He looks back up now, cautiously. "I don't want to tug you over that line. But I am- I do often wish you could step across it. Because the most terrifying thing in my life right now? It's the thought of losing you. And I doubt I can change the part of me that sees beauty, in a terrible end for horrible people."