Will killing on his own early in their recovery when he heads off alone for a while, high levels of brutality, almost nothing left of the bodies because he “dresses the carcasses” and leaves only the bare inedibles behind that he’s broken up and scattered like with deer or livestock. Brings back the forbidden fruit that Hannibal has craved for three years without him for their recovery. Asks him how best to cook it, what he needs to alter in cook time and seasoning compared to comforting homestyle recipes he knows that call for beef or pork. Hannibal teaching Will how to do what he does with captive victims, instructing and guiding him with a variety of skills and medical and butchery techniques. It’s been a long time since he had to instruct surgical interns, but this brings back memories and he’s constantly delighted that Will’s eidetic memory matches his own. Giving him paints to take a brush of his own and craft his designs rather than just adopting Hannibal’s. Will killing to protect Hannibal. Will fighting Hannibal and lunging to hurt him turning into pinned grinding and needy sex on the floors, against the walls, over the countertops. Hannibal tutoring Will in marital arts so next time they find a dragon to kill, they’ll slay it like Saint George, like the gods on high of a twisted world all their own. Hannibal having Will practice scaled-down versions of incisions on his body and the stitchwork to close them best, jealous of Will’s flourishing handiwork and the agony of it lavished on unworthy bodies. Will surprising Hannibal with sanguinaccio dolce and whispering that’s he’s perfected the recipe and his blood drawing technique despite the fact it made his stirring a little shaky as he plates it with a kiss
