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Title: Clouded Vision
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 1, Clouds
Author's Note: Sequel to "Enough."
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 parked his car in front of his house, but didn't move to get out.

Could Hannibal have been right with all that he'd said during their session tonight? Was he using his glasses as nothing more than shield to hide from the world, rather than simply using them to help him avoid eye contact with others, as he always claimed?

Was he using those glass to hide himself away? Was that his real reason for wearing them when he didn't need them for his eyesight?

He sighed softly, not wanting to admit that Hannibal was probably right. He was being a coward about facing the world head-on, even though he didn't like to think of himself in that light. He was trying to turn and run, trying to hide, rather than being in the world.

There were times when the word seemed far too close, and he didn't want it around.

All right, so maybe it was cowardly. Maybe he had a yellow streak on his back a mile wide, a streak that he refused to remove.

The truth was, he didn't want the world to be close to him. The more he saw of it, the more he was working in the field and utilizing his empathic abilities, the less he liked it. He didn't want the world near him. He saw too much of the ugly side of it on a daily basis.

Will didn't want that part of the world to rub off on him. He didn't to be inundated with it, didn't want it to be a part of him. That was why he hid behind his glasses; if he didn't look too closely at the world, then maybe it wouldn't look back at him.

He felt that he was seeing his actions with clearer eyes now that he and Hannibal had talked about some of this reasons for wearing the glasses all the time.

His clouded vision had been cleared. He wondered if those clouds were gone for good.

He hoped they were. He wanted his vision to be clear, especially where it concerned Hannibal. Something told him that this man was going to play a major role in his life in the future, and he wanted to be completely clear-headed when he dealt with his psychiatrist.

Will didn't know just what role Hannibal would play in his life, or exactly how he felt about the other man. But he was willing to move ahead with their relationship.

Relationship? That was a funny way to look at it, he told himself with a frown as he opened the car door and got out. They didn't have a relationship. Well, nothing more than a professional one. And he supposed that they were starting to become friends on top of that.

Beyond that, he would need much less clouded vision to see.