drlecterpsychiatrist:

Like a calm stream, the doctor’s movements are slow as he takes his glass to take a sip of his Grand Cru, a special bottle he opened for this occasion, considering that it is a special occasion. They are deciding the fate of their relationship, friend wise, as he has taken the decision of flying to more friendly lands. Or at least good places to hide for a while. Then, well, the world is vast and plenty of opportunities. He is sure that Will knows about this and is aware that he’d jump into the abyss. But that’s the fun part of manipulation, even though his companion is far from falling for it. He has a brain and he can use it, even if Hannibal’s charm can persuade him sometimes. “Alone is easy. Relating to another being is tricky.”

The man’s maroon eyes get lost in the ‘lamb’ ribs on the plate in front of them, his gaze follows the lines of the flowers decorating the dish. “Nor would I.” There’s sincerity in his words, like one that he hasn’t offered to anyone before. “But if fortuna has decided for us to part ways, so be it. After all, you can’t twist destiny unless you’re strong enough to face it.”

Gaze remaining steady for several moments, he nods shortly, no longer inclined to throw a wall up between them when faced with the blunt honesty. Taking up his own glass, he raises it to his eye level but refrains from drinking, choosing to study the way the liquid makes an attempt to cling to the sides of the glass. “I think it’s fair to say that I don’t know whether I’d be able to go back to being alone.” No, that’s been spoiled for him now.

“Never been much for bowing to fate. But isn’t that what friends are for? Sharing the burden so you can be strong enough?” He leans forward with an upward twitch of his lips. “I was under the impression that you don’t quite conform to what destiny expects of you.”