OOM: Between the lines of dialogue

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is standing, ramrod straight, in his now-empty cell.

He looks as if he'd been expecting Will.

Comments

[cook_the_rude]

"Never a threat to you, Will."

[feed_the_lost]

"Promise then." There's the briefest tweak of a smile at the corner of his lips as he pushes off the glass.

[cook_the_rude]

"All the promises you need," Hannibal assures him.

[feed_the_lost]

Will doesn't look back.