After finding out that Hannibal, the man that Will was just starting to trust, is the Chesapeake Ripper, Will began to distance himself from the psychiatrist.

Now he knew no one else in the FBI would believe him if he told them that Hannibal is crazy and a stone cold killer so he kept the information to himself, still solving every crime scene as he usually would. Though he hasnt been showing up to any of his sessions with Hannibal like he usually would and his presence has definitely not gone unnoticed.

-- After a particularly bad day, Will went home exhausted but he still fed his dogs and took a shower before laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling listening to the sound of water dripping loudly in his mind- as everytime he shut his eyes he'd see a dead man and that immediately startled him back awake.

But the moment Will felt himself drifting off into a sort of dream like state, a knock came at the door- now usually at this hour he'd ignore it but something within him forced him to get up and make his way to the door.

With sleep still on his mind, Will pushed the door open, only to be met face to face with Hannibal. "Mind if I come in?" He spoke and Will felt himself stepping aside to let the man in without much thought to it.

"You haven't been coming to any of our sessions recently," Hannibal made his way to Will's kitchen and placed a container of food down on a countertop- it almost seemed he already knew his way.

"Why is that, my dear Will?" It was obvious that Hannibal knew exactly why but he wanted to see if Will would tell the truth.

After awhile of listening to Will's lies, Hannibal grew tired, he took a couple steps closer to Will, close enough that he could reach out and grab his shirt collar, dragging him nearer so their noses were practically touching and their eyes were locked onto one anothers. "I know when you are lying to me, Will." Hannibal's voice was cold and had a slight edge of warning to it. "Now be a good boy.. and tell me why you've been avoiding me. No lies this time."