Hannibal managed to get Will to come for his dinner party.

There was a lot of ‘what ifs’ from the curly haired man and excuses made up on the spot but he managed to get him to come.

.

At the dinner party

Will arrived to Hannibal’s place earlier than others so he could practice socializing and conversations. He put on his suit and stood in front of a mirror trying to tie his tie.

’..this way? No- that way…then..no. Here? Uh- no..damn it.’

Will muttered as he struggled, undoing his tie and retrying.

Hannibal, putting the food out and fixing the wines, he heard the brunettes struggles and looked over.

Hannibal adjusted himself before walking over, appearing behind the man through the mirror.

“Let me help.”

He turned Will towards him and grabbed his tie, adjusting it in its place before slowly and carefully tying it.

Hannibal tightened it just right and smoothed out any wrinkles, his gaze lifting to hold Wills stare.

“There we go.”

Hannibal whispered and pat the brunettes chest.