[ Unfortunately he's bringing along some friends. Even as the darkness fades away completely, replaced by the white, spartan rooms, Will's eyes land on Hobbs standing over by a sink, Dolarhyde -wings flared- over by the door and Mischa's killer is hovering, like an over-sized dragon fly up against the ceiling.
Will understands, in so much as he's navigated this shit all his life, that they aren't real, so he locks his eyes back on Hannibal's face, studying his lover's features before he glanced at the door. ]
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Will understands, in so much as he's navigated this shit all his life, that they aren't real, so he locks his eyes back on Hannibal's face, studying his lover's features before he glanced at the door. ]
Do we need to leave?