[ Jean-Claude was aligning his thinking too closely to normative human behaviors. Will had no issue separating physical pleasure from emotional intimacy, it was one area where even his broken psyche was on proper course.
No. The line that had become blurred was the one between pain and affection. The line where Hannibal's knife across his abdomen, combined with the way the older man had held him, cradled him, cherished him even as he bled out. To later, where Will's own affections, his forgiveness had taken the guide of a harpy knife, poised and ready to plunge into Hannibal's heart.
All culminating to an embrace, as passionate as any sexual encounter, on a cliff and a purposeful plunge to what had to be certain death. It was safe to say that at this point Will's wiring was all backwards. Hannibal had gotten into his head and re-routed so many impulses.
However, as good as he was at observation, Will was no psychic and so both he and Jean-Claude were spared that awkward conversation.
He did look at the offered hand and then gave the vampire a long suffering stare before very purposefully shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. ]
Lead on, MacDuff.
[ He had made his commitment to this and he would see it through. He didn't really know what to expect, momentarily flashing to his own shared living space -something he really did need to change soon- and he wondered if it was the same for the vampire.
For all he knew, Jean-Claude was going to simply find them a convenient doorway to execute the exchange; it would be perfectly practical, if not particularly comfortable. ]
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No. The line that had become blurred was the one between pain and affection. The line where Hannibal's knife across his abdomen, combined with the way the older man had held him, cradled him, cherished him even as he bled out. To later, where Will's own affections, his forgiveness had taken the guide of a harpy knife, poised and ready to plunge into Hannibal's heart.
All culminating to an embrace, as passionate as any sexual encounter, on a cliff and a purposeful plunge to what had to be certain death. It was safe to say that at this point Will's wiring was all backwards. Hannibal had gotten into his head and re-routed so many impulses.
However, as good as he was at observation, Will was no psychic and so both he and Jean-Claude were spared that awkward conversation.
He did look at the offered hand and then gave the vampire a long suffering stare before very purposefully shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. ]
Lead on, MacDuff.
[ He had made his commitment to this and he would see it through. He didn't really know what to expect, momentarily flashing to his own shared living space -something he really did need to change soon- and he wondered if it was the same for the vampire.
For all he knew, Jean-Claude was going to simply find them a convenient doorway to execute the exchange; it would be perfectly practical, if not particularly comfortable. ]