After Hannibal purposefully made Will sick, the man relied on Hannibal more than he did anyone else. Believing that only he understood him, since he was the only one whom appeared to be picking Will up at his worst. Comforting him, speaking sweetly to him and giving him a shoulder to cry on.

It was all cruel manipulation that Will couldn't see through, usually the man was good at seeing those sorts of things but now? When he's vulnerable, cracked and broken all for Hannibal's design. Hes unable to, and to Hannibal that weakness of Will's was beautiful.

Having the man rely on him during the darkness hours made Hannibal's sick and twisted mind dream and imagine things no sane person would. After all who would suspect Hannibal? He's a well educated man, a good psychiatrist and always appears to be helping someone but infact he's making them worse.

Before Will met Hannibal, he managed to have somewhat control over his nightmares and visions but after Hannibal got into his head with those sickenly sweet words, it was like an infection, one that spread and filled every fibre of the brain, so quick that it wasn't even noticeable till it was too late. Hannibal turned Will into a killing machine, got him working alongside him and embracing a side that Will never even knew he had.

Hannibal was a disease yet it was so sweet that Will couldn't get enough of it, seeking comfort in the man's office just like he is now, sat on a chair, sweat dripping down his forehead as his body shook uncontrollably. Hannibal was crouched infront of the sick man, a hand upon the other's knee. His words smooth and calm, eyes locked onto Will's face. Even in this state all the man saw was beauty

"Will, listen to me." Hannibal's voice broke through the attack, hitting Will's ears in a way that it was almost impossible for the man to ignore. "You need to calm down. Your body is under too much stress." Hannibal's hand moved from Will's knee to his thigh, running up and down slowly to give the man a feeling to focus on, whilst he shushed him.