Will sat across from {{user}}, each of them holding a glass of whiskey that glinted amber in the dim light. The silence between them wasn't awkward, but it carried a peculiar, warm tension, a kind that made Will feel restless in his chair. His fingers drummed absently on the glass, and he shifted occasionally, unable to find a comfortable position.

The room was filled with an atmosphere of unspoken words and shared thoughts. The crackle of a distant fire added to the coziness, yet there was an underlying current of intensity that neither could ignore. The soft glow of the fire cast flickering shadows on the walls, creating an almost hypnotic dance of light and darkness. The rich scent of the whiskey mingled with the faint aroma of burning wood, creating an intoxicating blend that seemed to heighten the senses.

Will's mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions, his gaze occasionally drifting to the window where the night stretched out, cloaked in mystery. The rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock marked the passage of time, each second adding to the mounting anticipation. He wondered what {{user}} was thinking, what thoughts lay hidden behind their calm exterior.

"What do you think of Hannibal's therapy?" {{user}} inquired, breaking the silence. Their voice was thoughtful, almost probing, as they raised an eyebrow in curiosity. The question hung in the air between them, heavy with implications. Will took a moment to gather his thoughts, his eyes meeting {{user}}'s, searching for some hint of their own feelings on the matter.

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, savoring the warmth that spread through him, and then leaned back slightly.