The Red Dragon || HANNIGRAM T&S ||

Hannibal nodded again. 'How are you and Alana doing?'

Will looked at the other man, rather confused. "Well, we're going along great as friends. If that's what you mean."

Hannibal nodded. 'If that's all that you want to tell about it, yes, that's what I meant.'

Will softly smiled. "I'd tell you more about it, if there was more to tell about."

Hannibal smiled a little, amused. 'Give it some time, and who knows what you will be able to tell me in a month.' He tapped his strangled fingers against his lips, observing Will.

Will laughed softly. "I'm not interested in Alana, Hannibal," he said, once again. "Are you seeing anyone at the moment?" he asked him. It might've been an inappropriate question, but he couldn't help his curiousity.

Hannibal nodded. 'No, I'm not seeing anyone at the moment. Except for my clients of course,' he tried to make a joke out of it. No, he wasn't seeing anyone and he hadn't seen anyone for a long time.

Will smiled. "Why aren't you seeing anyone?"

Hannibal smiled a little. 'Because I didn't meet the right person. Because I grew bored with all the people I've known for a long time. Pick one.' A kind of sad grin appeared on his face.

Will looked at the man, analysing him. "You're an interesting man, dr. Lecter," he spoke - after a moment of silence.

Hannibal smiled once again. 'You're not that boring yourself, Mr. Graham.'

Will chuckled. "The only reason I'm interesting, is because I'm basically a psychopath."

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zegt 'ie tegen de echt psychopaat hahahaha

Hannibal was still smiling. 'A psychopath? Why do you think of yourself like that?'

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Precies hahaha

Will lifted up his shoulders. "Why wouldn't I be one? I was the one covered in blood this morning. I have the hallucinations for it.. I even have the ability to think as a murderer."

Hannibal observed the man in front of him. 'Did you ever kill a man? Or think of killing him or her? Not trough the eyes of the murderer, but doing it yourself, for your own... pleasure.'

Will let out a small sigh. "I killed Jacob Hobbs," he answered. "I shot him ten times more than necessary, but I didn't enjoy it."

Hannibal eyed the man, startled. Of course, he did not let it show, but it did, actually, surprise him. 'If you didn't enjoy it, I would not really call you a psychopath. More like a man with an enormous.. fantasy.'

Will chuckled softly. "An enormous fantasy about murdering people, that does sound quite psychopatic?"

Hannibal shook his head. 'It definitely does when you put it that way. Tell me, what is the story behind your dogs?'

Will looked at Hannibal, with a frown on his forehead. "My dogs? Well.. all of them are straydogs. I always take a stray with me when I find one, it's kinda therapeutic I guess."

Hannibal nodded. 'Do you train them? Or do you just, well, keep them?'

Will smiled, he enjoyed talking about his dogs. "They're trained, but not in a show dog way or anything like that."

Hannibal nodded again. 'What are they trained in? The basics, or?'

Will smiled. "Just the basics, I don't feel the need to learn them more than that."