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No.  It doesn't surprise me.

What surprises me is how persistently you're trying to get me into bed with you.  Not that I'm not flattered.

We’re very similar in the way we think and act. I feel a certain passionate draw to you, it feels even seductive at times; I know you feel that as well, being the empath you are. Of course, you aren’t bad looking either.

This seems to surprise you?

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The cocoon of the bagworm moth is always different, depending on the materials that the caterpillar forged to built it with.

Well, Will thought, it's a helluva 'how do you do,' and a lot more concise.

Swept up in the passion of the moment, Will followed for a few heartbeats. He let his mouth and body be moulded to Hannibal's will, his tongue and hands. With a moan, he began to push back; his grip a little more forceful and his teeth a little more biting. He clutched Hannibal's scalp in his fingers and kissed like he'd damn well die if they stopped.

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Hannibal grabbed Will rather forcefully, with one arm wrapped around his back, and pulled him into a kiss. Hannibal parted his lips slightly and let his tongue gently outline Will’s lip. Not even waiting to see if Will would reciprocate in the lip parting, he pushed his tongue past Will’s lips and into his mouth, finding the younger man’s tongue and running his across it. 

"You have too many kinds of oil; how was I supposed to figure that out? Olive oil, extra virgin olive oil, canola oil, coconut oil...this is excessive."

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“For starters you could have put oil on the pan so it wouldn’t stick.

Careless.”

"You got me there. It's hard not to enjoy this. What were you doing getting your ass beat with a metal bar by a man named Brad?"

-whistles- “Yeah, that is pretty bad. Christ, who did that number on you?”

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There’s a peculiar suspense to watching your fiercely held contempt slip away with a touch.  Somehow, beneath the swirl of emotion surrounding that hand on his shoulder, Will felt cheated.  He covered that hand with his own and gave it a light squeeze before gently sliding it off his shoulder and heading for the door.

"I'm sorry."

“Are you, now?”  Maybe another glass in he’d have been more ready; but they were doing this now.  He downed what he had in his glass.

Whiskey. "Coffee's fine." The cold bit as soon as mentioned; he puffed air out between his lips and could see his breath.

He let Hannibal lead him wherever. The hand on his shoulder gave him something to focus on for a while.

Will nodded and let his head hang down for a bit.  It’d be nice if the answer to that last question was on Will’s shoes, but it wasn’t.  He cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Not rightly.”  He had a smile cracking sheepish on his face, and it made him feel even more loony.  “Guess I felt like a visit.”