Will took off his shoes as he opened the door, knowing the mud on the bottom of them would drive Hannibal insane if he walked inside still wearing them, and not in a good way. He immediately smelled meat, and his stomach grumbled as he closed the door behind himself. They had their last kill yesterday, so the meat was fresh.

When Will enters the kitchen, he finds Hannibal with his back towards him, cooking with a relaxed posture, his tailored clothes perfectly fitting even if they were inside, in a house that was more than fifteen minutes away from any civilization. Will smiles a bit, enamored and amused, as he walked up to his husband.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?"