[Someone in Hannibal's life seeking validation from him? Nothing new. Had he ever thought such a thing might come so obviously from Chilton? Not really. But then again, now that he had Will at his beck and call, now that he'd been gutted, he couldn't imagine that their lives wouldn't intersect further.
A night in may have seemed divine to Chilton, but he had no idea how much more divine it was for Hannibal.]
Yes, old friends. [The smile he gave him wasn't one of a host attending to his guests pleasantly. It was more the smile of a host finding someone in said party that he clicked with far more than the sycophants he was surrounded with—the smile of a man who'd found the person he'd been so hopeful to see in order to get a bit of fresh air from a crowd he could barely tolerate, even if no one else could ever pick it up. Companions, even.] And we both know it's always good to have old friends for dinner, isn't it?
[Hannibal Lecter: the funniest motherfucker in the world, even if it's just to himself.]
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A night in may have seemed divine to Chilton, but he had no idea how much more divine it was for Hannibal.]
Yes, old friends. [The smile he gave him wasn't one of a host attending to his guests pleasantly. It was more the smile of a host finding someone in said party that he clicked with far more than the sycophants he was surrounded with—the smile of a man who'd found the person he'd been so hopeful to see in order to get a bit of fresh air from a crowd he could barely tolerate, even if no one else could ever pick it up. Companions, even.] And we both know it's always good to have old friends for dinner, isn't it?
[Hannibal Lecter: the funniest motherfucker in the world, even if it's just to himself.]