Will is lying on a couch, arms folded, still in his work clothes. When he's at work, he's mostly insulated from his thoughts and he likes that. His Italian is terrible, so most of the instructions his boss gives him are useless, small talk from the workers even more so. He figures out what he's to do on each particular project by looking and works in silence, nothing going through his head but the turning of machine parts, the steps in the process.
But in his free time, he thinks about what it means to get away with it. In the first months, he'd always felt as if they were hours away from being caught and he'd figured it would always feel like that. That, he could deal with. But now, when it seems ever more likely they will spend the rest of their lives, free and clear...?
He isn't sure what to make of that.
Lifting his head when Hannibal enters, he gives him a blandly curious look. "Is one of those glasses for me?"
Will's Italian is terrible, though not for lack of Hannibal trying desperately to refine his pronunciation and get him to remember at least basic verb forms. But as long as he can get around the city, Hannibal supposes it's all right for the time being. He speaks enough Italian for the three of them.
"If you'd like it to be." He offers the glass with a small smile and an arched eyebrow. "I was going to sit on the balcony before it got too chilly. Would you like to join me?"
Will seems to float up into a sitting position, pushing off from the couch to wander towards the balcony. "Sure" is the belated answer.
Their backs are to the city and to the sunset, but the sea stretches out in plain view, reflecting the darkness of the coming night at the edges of the horizon.
"Serenissima, they used to call this place."
He breathes in deep, as if trying to capture some of that serenity for himself.
"And do you feel serene, Will?" He reaches over to combs his fingers through Will's messy curls, pressing a fond kiss to his temple. He can smell sea salt and Will's ever stubborn cologne, and he smiles, nuzzling against his jaw.
Hannibal certainly feels serene. He feels more at home in Europe, more at ease. He's even bought a motorcycle and started dressing slightly more casually. Lighter suits in neutral colours, instead of his usual heavy plaid three piece suits that he'd worn like battle armour. Khakis, even, wonder of wonders.
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But in his free time, he thinks about what it means to get away with it. In the first months, he'd always felt as if they were hours away from being caught and he'd figured it would always feel like that. That, he could deal with. But now, when it seems ever more likely they will spend the rest of their lives, free and clear...?
He isn't sure what to make of that.
Lifting his head when Hannibal enters, he gives him a blandly curious look. "Is one of those glasses for me?"
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"If you'd like it to be." He offers the glass with a small smile and an arched eyebrow. "I was going to sit on the balcony before it got too chilly. Would you like to join me?"
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Their backs are to the city and to the sunset, but the sea stretches out in plain view, reflecting the darkness of the coming night at the edges of the horizon.
"Serenissima, they used to call this place."
He breathes in deep, as if trying to capture some of that serenity for himself.
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Hannibal certainly feels serene. He feels more at home in Europe, more at ease. He's even bought a motorcycle and started dressing slightly more casually. Lighter suits in neutral colours, instead of his usual heavy plaid three piece suits that he'd worn like battle armour. Khakis, even, wonder of wonders.
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