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Title: More Questions Than Answers
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 3, Snow
Author's Note: Sequel to "Mixed Signals."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Will trudged through the snowy woods, head down, hands in his pockets.

He didn't want to think about what he thought he'd seen in these snow-covered woods. He wanted to push the image of the stag out of his mind forever.

Why would he see a stag's antlers superimposed on Hannibal's face? It didn't make sense. And why would he feel that Hannibal was hiding something from him, when his lover had been the person who had been the most concerned about his safety?

He didn't think that Hannibal would ever want to harm him. He was the person who shared Hannibal's bed; he couldn't feel that there was a wall between them.

Yet somehow, he did. Hannibal seemed .... distant.

Will couldn't help thinking that his lover knew something about the person who Will thought had attacked him, the person who was watching him.

He didn't know why such thoughts entered his mind; he wanted to push them away, to deny them, to insist to himself that those thoughts, those doubts, weren't worthy of Hannibal, or of the relationship that the two of them shared. He wanted to deny that such thoughts existed.

He had to trust Hannibal. He had to believe that his lover was on his side, and not let himself be swayed into doubt by visions that probably meant nothing.

How could he think that Hannibal meant him any harm? That was just ridiculous. He would certainly feel a kind of premonition of danger if that was the case.

He trusted Hannibal. The man was his friend and his lover -- and in an odd way, his psychiatrist. Not on a technical level, of course -- they merely talked about Will's state of mind from time to time. He wasn't really a patient. That would be a terrible conflict of interest.

If he had actually been a patient, he doubted that Hannibal would be sleeping with him. He wouldn't cross that kind of an ethical line.

Or would he? Will bit his lip as he mused on the question.

How well did he really know Hannibal? If he was honest, he knew next to nothing about the man who was his lover. Hannibal knew much more about him.

Hannibal knew nearly everything there was to know about him, but he kept his past locked away, behind a closed door that Will hadn't tried to open. When Hannibal was ready for that, then he would open that door himself, and usher Will through it.

The snow crunched under Will's feet as he reluctantly turned around to head back to his house, with more questions in his mind than had been there when he'd gone out.

He needed answers to those questions, and he needed them soon.