amarriageoftrueminds:

Me: [still in the bar, sobbing brokenly on the bartender’s shoulder while he

awkwardly

pats me on the back] No, no, you don’t understand you don’t understand because there’s gunna be this Moment, right, where someone is going to be rude to Hannibal again, and his eyes his Eyes will do The Thing™ where they go all black and murdery, and Will is going to be on the other side of the room, watching the rude person too, from behind the rude person, all predator-y, and Hannibal will suddenly become *physically aware* of him like from balls to bones and his eyes will drift past the rude person and he’ll look up at Will just as Will deliberately flicks his eyes up at him with those stupid scalpel sharp fuckingfUCKING eyelashes and we’ll know that they’re both thinking the same thing and realising that the other one is watching him thinking the Thing and both of them are gunna get such a charge off knowing that the air in the room between them is going to fucking siZZLE *hiccups and slides off barstool*