The way you said "I love you": Muffled, from the other side of the door
“Yes, Jack, I’m serious!” Bitty shoves him backward with all the might he can muster and pushes the hotel room door shut. “It’s bad luck to see me the day of the wedding. Now stay put, mister!”
Jack, now shut into his hotel room, pounds on the door but doesn’t make a serious effort to force it open. “It’s only 11:56,” he protests.
“It’s close enough, LORD, Jack, just have a little patience. It’s only a matter of hours now. Go get your beauty sleep.”
“I didn’t get a kiss goodnight,” Jack complains. Bitty closes his eyes and sighs. Jack gets clingy when he’s a little less than sober. And he’s a little less than sober when he has more than two sips of something.
“You’ll get one every night for the rest of our lives,” Bitty reminds him.
Jack mumbles something dejectedly. Bitty slumps against the door.. He hopes Jack’s okay. A wedding is anxiety-producing, and he doesn’t want a stupid tradition to be the reason for Jack to freak out and not feel good on what should be the best day of his life. After a minute or two of silence, he turns and speaks.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “Are you mad at me? Do you still want to marry me tomorrow?”
“Today,” Jack says. “And yes.”
“Yes, you’re mad? Or…”
“No.” A muffled sigh. “I’m not mad, Bits. And yes, I still want to marry you.”
“So you’ll be okay?”
“Yeah, of course. I miss you already.”
Bitty’s heart glows. “Me too, honey. Just go to sleep, and we’ll see each other soon.”
“Yeah. Okay.” A beat. “I love you.”
Bitty presses his cheek to the door. Truth is, he wants more than anything to spend tonight nestled in Jack’s arms. But if it’s okay with Jack, he’d rather observe the tradition. They’ve been through enough just to get here. He doesn’t want to tempt fate.
“I love you too,” he murmurs, then gets to his feet and heads for home.
Alright but Will’s not-so-final goodbye to Hannibal…. mannnn this scene. Hannibal is desperate and it’s so delicious. How he practically whispers “is there any point?” and tries to calmly explain to Will that it won’t be the same but he’s very clearly not calm inside and how he calls after him when he turns to leave… Will Graham has transformed Hannibal Lecter into a lovesick mess over the course of three seasons and I ache.