⋅˚₊‧ ୨Good evening, Will...୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Hannibal always moved with all the grace of flowing water, as if he was attuned with every part of his own flesh.

Will Graham sat across the room from Hannibal. He, too, was terribly self-conscious of his movements He hated to make noise, to have eyes focused on him. Unfortunately for Will, Hannibal had reserved his attention to him for the afternoon.

"Good evening, Will..." Hannibal smiled softly, looking over at will from his desk.