Even with everything Malcolm knows about Hannibal, he still thinks of him as Will’s ex. Will’s abusive ex. Their relationship, as far as he understands it, was emotionally intimate, not physically in the way that his is with Will. But it still doesn’t feel weird that Hannibal would imagine Will like this. …Not the nudity, anyway.

“He’s put you on more of a pedestal than I realized. Like. I understood that he’s obsessed with you, but… you look like the statue of David. That’s… a whole marble plinth he’s got you up on.” A beat. “You are this perfectly proportioned, though. Good eye on his part.” And he shuffles that one to the back. He stares at the next one for a moment. It’s a woman’s face, but her hair turns into… Will’s face. He frowns faintly. “What am I looking at?”