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What he wants to say is something like 'duh' or 'no shit' or any other similar variety of snippy comments. Will's moods have been all over the place and it's been difficult dealing with the shit that's been going on between him and his therapist (Bryan's still floored this man is allowed to hover around like he does). The way Will looks at him with desperate eyes keeps any rude comments from slipping by.

Instead, he sits next to Will, thigh to thigh and with a hand on his knee. Bryan sighs -- hell, he's concerned and honestly? He's scared. He's scared that no one else sees Hannibal's red flags and worse yet, it's like they don't even notice how bad Will's been.

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"Ok...ok." Bryan smooths his hands against Will's cheeks, touching his forehead to the other's in a gentle tap. It's late and the sky outside is black as pitch. Bryan squints just past Will's head to see what time it is, and a bright red '02:37' squints back.

Bryan gently lays Will back down into the bed with him scooting down and getting himself into a comfortable position. He lays down, his head resting atop Will's chest. Just beyond his ear and fragile bone the other man's heart throbs, its pace not showing any current signs of slowing down (his own heart races from having heard his lover's shouts in the night).

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Air knocks out of Bryan's lungs as a heavy boot lands in the center of his chest. The force knocks him back and for a few seconds his vision whites out after the back of his head hits the ground. Bryan gasps for air and blinks sluggishly as he tries to regain his bearing. He can feel weight and pressure appear over his waist, trapping his arms at his sides. Bryan blinks again only to finally see Kieran on top of him, looming.

A hand strokes his chin, fingers gripping firmly every now and again until the ghost down to Bryan's neck where they rub tiny circles into the skin around his windpipe. Bryan stops wiggling but instead glares up at the other man; a grin leers down at him in return.