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Title: Hanging in the Air
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandom: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 24, Silence
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.

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Will wasn't talking to him.

Sherlock knew that he shouldn't let himself worry about that; Will was more than likely mulling over all of the changes that were taking place in his life so quickly. He had a lot to think about, and Sherlock didn't want to rush him in any way.

Still, it would be nice if Will felt more comfortable with talking to him. They would have a great deal of talking to do in the next few hours.

But at the moment, he was willing to let Will wrap himself in a cocoon of silence. The other man had to adjust to being out of prison, after all. Sherlock didn't want to interfere with that adjustment; he would give Will time to get used to being free again.

But the silence would have to end soon.

By the time they got to Will's house in Wolf Trap, he hoped that the younger man would be ready to talk. They had to discuss his options for the future.

Sherlock wanted those options to include moving to London, though he hadn't brought that up with Will yet. He couldn't remember if he had mentioned it or not; he hoped that he had. If that was so, then Will had already had time to wrap his mind around the idea.

But if he hadn't then that shouldn't be a problem. Will was adaptable.

Well, at least he hoped so.

He would have to be, Sherlock thought, repressing a sigh. His entire life had changed; thanks to Lecter and Crawford, he no longer had a place with the FBI. Sherlock wasn't even sure that he'd be able to return to his teaching job. His career was effectively over.

At least it was here in the States. But in England, everything would be different. Scotland Yard would be glad to hav a detective with Will's abilities.

And he'd been proven innocent. That would mean something overseas.

Here, everyone was too busy trying to crawl up Lecter's behind to care whether or not Will was innocent, Sherlock thought, clenching his fists in his lap. But he would take Will away from here, from the fake friends and the people who didn't care about him.

The silence seemed to stretch out between them, until Sherlock was sure that if he didn't say something, he would go mad.

Finally, when he was sure that he couldn't go another moment without trying to start a conversation about something -- anything to break the silence -- Will pulled up in front of a fairly large house, stopped the car, and turned to him with a slight smile.

"We're home," he said softly, the words hanging in the air between them.

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