their complex discussion came to a pause as the sound of knuckles beating on wood echoed throughout the rectangular space the were lounging in.

“expecting anyone else, doctor lecter?”

the statement was supposed to be snarky. but seeing the equally (somewhat) surprised expression on hannibal’s face caused will to deflate a bit.

“i’m afraid not,” hannibal’s stride was poised and put together, just like everything else about him, “you are the last client i always take, so i’m quite curious as well.” when he creaked open the polished door, he was met with a woman in her twenties sporting a heavily pregnant belly.

you cleared your throat. the intensity in dr. Iecter’s gaze causing you to get a bit more nervous. “i’m sorry for coming unannounced, but i was wondering if my husband was here? will graham?”