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Title: Headlong Into Danger
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 10, Weakness
Author's Note: Sequel to "Inadequate."
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.


Now that he was here, in Hannibal's house, he didn't want to talk.

Will squirmed in the chair that he always sat in during their psychiatric sessions, feeling uncomfortable. Even though they weren't in a session, and he was just talking to Hannibal, he felt even more wary than when the other man had first tried to probe into his thoughts.

He didn't want to admit that he had a weakness, much less that said weakness was being alone in his house at night and feeling that he was being watched.

Looking back at last night, it seemed so silly to him now. There hadn't been anyone outside his house. He wasn't being watched. He was letting his paranoia take him over, for some weird reason. He was letting his inner fears run away with him.

He couldn't keep doing that. Not if he wanted to hold on to his sanity.

He had to get past this, had to convince Hannibal that he was all right, that nothing had happened at his house just last night. He had to convince himself that he wasn't losing his mind, that he wasn't giving in to his own fears.

He couldn't let those fears be his weakness. If he did, then they would win, and they would slowly start to take him over, and drive him insane.

He wasn't going to let that happen, Will told himself firmly. He wasn't going to give in to his fears. He would fight all the way to the bitter end, if need be.

"Will, I know something is wrong." Hannibal's calm, precise voice cut into his thoughts, making his gaze snap back to the man sitting across from him. "You wouldn't be looking so nervous and tense if it wasn't. I think you should tell me what's bothering you."

Should he tell Hannibal? Or would it all sound crazy if he did?

Will took a deep breath, ready to let the words spill out, to put this burden on Hannibal's shoulders, or at least to let the other man share it. But the words clogged in his throat; he couldn't speak them aloud. He couldn't admit to his own weakness.

Instead, he only shook his head, murmuring, "No, nothing's wrong. Just stressed from work, and feeling a little overworked. That's all, really."

He couldn't admit his weakness to Hannibal. He couldn't leave himself open to ridicule, or let Hannibal talk him out of what he was feeling. He was going to have to with this himself, and either overcome his fears, or face them head-on, on his own.

He just hoped that he was making the right decision, and not running headlong into danger.