Hannibal Monologue

Will wakes up, after apparently falling asleep. He looks out the window and sees the softly drifting snow outside fall steadily towards the forest floor. He stretches his arms and turns, seeing a beautiful sight laid out before him.

Hannibal lies beside him, his chest softly rising and falling with every breath he takes. His hair is in a mess, not a single hair where it should be. An imprint of the quilt is prevalent on his cheek.

Will's heart swells with love for this man, his man. He finally has someone to call his own.

Will slides over close to Hannibal and prays he doesn't wake him. His prayer falls on deaf ears as Hannibal stirs, opening his eyes and yawning.

"I didn't mean to wake you," Will says regretfully.

Hannibal wraps his arms

"The only reason I was caught was because I gave myself up. I had nothing left when said you were done with me, so I surrendered. I don't intend to be caught again."

"Hannibal, when I said that I didn't want to think about you anymore and everything, I didn't mean that," Will bites his lip. "Any of it. I was scared and I didn't want to admit the truth of my feelings for you. I didn't mean to hurt you. That's the last thing I want to do. I'm so sorry."

"I know you didn't mean to, and an apology is not why I brought it up," Hannibal says. "I don't care about that; all I care about is you. And besides, it's not like I haven't hurt you before."

"We've both hurt each other in the past," Will admits. "That's over now."

Hannibal kisses Will's forehead (he loves when Hannibal does that) one last time before he rolls out of bed. He looks at Will still lying in bed and raises an eyebrow.

"Are you planning on getting up any time soon?" Hannibal questions.

"I suppose I can," Will shrugs, pushing back the covers. "Where are we going, anyway?'

"Turkey," Hannibal replies. "Chiyoh bought us plane tickets and purchased a small apartment for us in Mardin. It's not much, but it's

"I love that."

"I love you," Hannibal says looking at his Will, meaning those three little words with all of his heart. Hannibal never thought that he would be able to say those words and actually mean them, actually feel them. But with Will? He truly does.

"I love you, too," Will says. "And I love saying that."

"And as much as I would love to stay and lay here with you all day, we should leave soon," Hannibal hints at Will , who still lies in bed.

"I can take a hint," Will retorts playfully, finally exiting the bed. "So do we wear disguises or something? I mean, how does this even work?"

"Besides baseball caps and sweatshirts, no, but we do have new identities. You are..." Hannibal reaches into one of the bags Chiyoh left on the table and produces two passports. He hands one to Will and looks at his own. "Hector Jackson and I am Samuel Jackson."

"How'd you get these?" Will asks.

"Chiyoh killed Mr. Jackson and Windsor for them," Hannibal says simply.

"Oh. And we have all the papers and everything?"

"Everything is squared away."

"Are you