Here, have this unfinished thing I just found in my docs. Abigail feels and a bit of fluff I guess…
“I’m ready to talk about her,” Will said. “Abigail.”
Hannibal closed his book. “What about her would you like to discuss?”
“Tell me what the two of you did together. When you were hiding her away.”
“I wanted to teach her the harpsichord, but she wasn’t interested. She tried to play—to please me—for a short time, but her heart wasn’t in it.”
Will turned on his side, head cradled softly in his pillow. “So what did you do?”
“She said she would rather learn to play the guitar. So she did. A little.”
Will half-smiled, watching the movement of Hannibal’s eyes. “Oh,” was all that came out in response.
They slept gently then, bodies tangling together
“Did she ask about me?” Will asked over breakfast.
“She was curious about you,” Hannibal said. “She did care for you, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I regret that I didn’t get to know her better.”
“You were never given much of a chance.”
“No. I wasn’t.” Will finished his breakfast before speaking again. “Do you regret killing her?”
“Regret does nothing to change the past.”
Will pushed back from the table, rounded to Hannibal’s side, and gripped his shoulders. “I don’t want to change the past,” he said, pressing a kiss into Hannibal’s hair. “I was just asking. It’s okay.”
Hannibal reached for Will’s wrist, wrapping fingers around his steady pulse.