#han wouldn't want him scurrred tbh

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"Oh Will, do you remember when you provided the meat. It held an acidic taste, one of someone frightened. You would taste exquisite, not a drop of fear in the very sinew. Most animals will consume their mate if it boils down to survival."

Hannibal never worries. While that was true on many levels, there was one that had always been designated to Will. Per usual, his smile remains as he observes Will eat the fruits of his labor. "I could be fattening you up for the slaughter. They do the same with poultry and swine." Least they not forget the farm where Hannibal's hands became the deepest of stains.

Can't live with. Can't live without. Hannibal killing and consuming Will would be the same as killing himself. Will isn't threatened by his smile. The scar across his forehead was not nearly as deep as the one against the side of his face. One scar was from a man with the intentions to take his face off. The one Hannibal gave him had hesitation.

"You enjoy me better alive." It's not speculation. It is fact, though Will harbors little doubt their lives now conjoined would be free of any violence amongst themselves. It was simply something they understood.. like a language few others could speak.

Hannibal wanted his friend. He would not separate himself from him without cause. Not that he finally had what he wanted from the start - his equal all to himself. Will continues to eat his lunch undisturbed by the threatening promises in the air.