#greyhoundgraham

Starling had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. “Easy on the dramatics, Graham.” she said softly. “We work well together, you’re probably the best partner I could have asked for. In that sense, yeah, we belong to each other. I wouldn’t let Jack transfer me and I don’t think you should work with anyone else.” It was an oddly vulnerable moment for her, so she covered it by giving him a playful punch in the arm. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Now, are you gonna invite me in or are you just gonna make me stand out here all night freezing my tits off?”

            When you move― I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be. When you move― I could never define all that you are to me. So move me, baby, shake like the bough of a willow tree. You do it naturally― move me, baby. You are the rite of movement. Its reasonin' made lucid and cool.  know it's no improvement; when you move, I move.           MOVEMENT by Hozier

GRAHAM, W.  ― @greyhoundgraham

          Hannibal HEARS the door to the bathroom OPEN behind him. He doesn’t TURN, his attention doesn’t FALTER. Hannibal’s fingers continue to SCRUB at his scalp, When the shower door itself opens, he does take a step forward to accommodate for Will’s PRESENCE behind him. As the last few suds rinse from his hair, Hannibal SLOWLY turned around. The water sprays his back and over his shoulders where it begins to DROP down Will’s skin. ❝ I see you’ve changed your mind regarding my offer to join me. ❞ 

          Hands move forward with a gentle REVERENCE. Fingers curl around the smallest point of Will’s waist, thumbs BRUSHING against his ribs. While it isn’t a verbal CONFIRMATION the sentiment of  I’m glad  is written into the gentleness of his touch. 

Beverly kept her back turned as she listened to him speak, all the while fetching cream and sugar for her coffee. It was no secret that the Bureau was leery around Will -- ever since Greenwood, his behavior had set off several warning bells. That didn’t, however, mean that she necessarily shared in their view.

After mixing in her cream and sugar, Beverly turned back to face Will and leaned against the counter, idly curling her hands around the paper cup. “Of course I get scared,” she said. “It’s human to be afraid...to not know what’s coming. If I didn’t, I’d be a robot.” She offered a wry smile. “Have you talked to anyone else about this? Maybe Dr. Lecter? He’s kind of a stuffed shirt, but Jack seems to like him well enough. What does he have to say about your lapses in reality?”