He won’t leave, he won’t abandon his house and his dogs to the wind, and the most alarming is that he prefers them over the doctor. That’s one of the lame reasons Hannibal builds in his mind to avoid the elephant in the room. “I believed your place was with those who can fully connect to you.” He stares at the mahogany table, the dishes beautifully served with feathers and flowers, typical of his aesthetically pleasing meals.
“Would you rather be alone than in the company of someone for whom you are unique?”
Will lifts his head at that, eyes fixing themselves on the wall across from him. Again, the man isn’t wrong. “Alone has worked for me so far. Not perfectly, but…” A non-answer. By all rights, he should be able to carry through with the plan without remorse, but if the heaviness lingering on his shoulders is any indication it won’t be as easy as it should be.
His jaw clenches briefly before his head turns the few inches necessary to look at his companion. “Is that what you’d call this? A connection, a unique understanding? Hard to fake that.” He pauses. “And I don’t think that’s something I’d enjoy giving up.”
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