The night is cold, salty in the air as Hannibal and Will lean on the edge of the cliff. Will pushes them off, falling into the sea.

Will jolts awake, he's been having consistent nightmares ever since the day they fell.

He groans, wiping the sweat off his face as he sits up. He sighs

"F**k" he groans

He pours a couple fingers of whiskey so he can relax.. he hears the breathy whines of Hannibal in the other room. He's worried about you..

Will sets down his glass making his way to the kitchen