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Title: Say Goodbye To Silence
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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His home wasn't depressingly silent any more.

Sherlock couldn't help but smile at that; he loved knowing that there was someone else in the flat, someone who he loved and wanted to be here. Will's presence made the flat seem even more like home than it already did; having Will here made it feel alive.

it had never felt like this when he'd had a roommate. It had been less silent then, but that noise had usually been annoying. He hadn't particularly liked it.

The sounds that Will brought to the flat were .... well, comforting, in a way. They were the sounds of someone settling into a new place, and yet, even though he was still becoming accustomed to the flat, it already felt as though he belonged here.

It hadn't felt that way with a roommate. Not at all.

But Will wasn't just a roommate, Sherlock reminded himself. Will was his boyfriend, his partner, the man he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He could say goodbye to silence now that he had someone here in the flat with him, Sherlock mused. But he didn't mind that. Silence had started to grate on his nerves, and it was nice to feel that the place had some life and light and movement in it.

And conversation. It was one of the things that he had missed the most. With Will, the conversations were always interesting, too. He had nothing to complain about in that arena. Will stimulated his mind, as well as his senses. He was beautiful and intelligent.

In fact, Will was everything he had ever wanted in a man. He had never really thought about what he would look for, but he knew that Will was all of those things, and more.

And Will was his. His to love, for the rest of their lives.

He still couldn't believe that he'd been so blessed by fate. He hadn't expected to find someone to love; he'd resigned himself to living alone for all of his life, and to ending his days as a virgin. But that obviously hadn't been intended to happen, and he was glad of it.

He was more than happy to say goodbye to the silence that had seemed to reign here before. Now, there would be happy voices to fill that silence.

His voice, and Will's. Even Winston would add to it, Sherlock thought, smiling as he looked over at the dog sleeping in his basket by the fireplace. A home, a lover, and a dog, he thought, his smile widening. Just as most people dreamed of. What everyone seemed to want.

And now, it had become what he wanted.

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