Just so we're all clear, I don't own anything.

It seemed every time Will Graham came in for an appointment, Hannibal's gaze was more intense than the last time. The stares, although more intense than they were at the beginning of their… relationship, had made him calm down now. It was more like a comforting weight than anything else.

"It's good to see you, Will," Hannibal greeted, his eyes softening a bit. It fascinated Will that the other man's face had such microscopic changes, yet he'd learned to read them.

"Hi," Will managed to say before too much time had passed. It wouldn't be good to get distracted when their session hadn't even started yet. He didn't want to be rude.

Hannibal gestured for him to come inside the lavish office and Will stepped around the doctor's body. Before he could walk too far into the room Hannibal's hand came to rest on his shoulder. It stayed their only for a minute for his fingers gently caressed their way across his shoulder blades and down his spine.

Will gave an involuntary shudder, but didn't say anything. His relationship with Hannibal wasn't really defined with words and Will didn't have anything against the soft touches at this point; there was no harm in the gentle reassurance. Perhaps Hannibal thought that Will wasn't all the way there with him and thought he could ground him through touch; how thoughtful.

Hannibal's fingers danced across the wrinkled fabric of his shirt before reaching the top of his pants. Instead of making their way back to his shoulder, the hand shift to cup his backside. His hand rested there for a moment before giving it a firm squeeze.

"D-D-Dr. Lecter?" Will questioned, jumping slightly at the feeling of Hannibal manhandling his backside.

Hannibal looked innocently at Will, as if he'd done nothing out of the ordinary. They stared at each other for a moment before Hannibal's mouth quirked at the edges. "My apologies, Will," he said, removing his hand from Will's backside. "I had forgotten that you wouldn't know of it. In Lithuania, when two people are very close friends, it is a way to say 'hello'. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable, I had assumed we were that close…"

Will had honestly never really put much thought into the idea of their level of friendship, but if it made Hannibal happy and reassured about their relationship then Will wasn't going to deny him his customs. "O-Oh, is that what that was? I've never heard of any Lithuanian customs so I wasn't sure what that was," Will said, "But it didn't bother me, I mean, of course you can, we are f-friends after all."

Hannibal gave a true smile and Will felt his breath catch. Damn it, the man wasn't supposed to be this attractive. Friends weren't supposed to get flustered with each other or imagine those large hands cupping another part of his body and- no Graham, think about dogs or something.

He realized Hannibal was talking to him and decided to tune back into the conversation. "- allowed to do it as well."

"I'm sorry? I didn't hear all that, what were you saying?"

The other man chuckled briefly before repeating himself, "You are allowed to do it back, but that can wait until you are more comfortable."

Will smiled gratefully at the man; he really was a great friend.

This was inspired by my sister and I talking about Hannibal and how he'd lie so that he could touch those perfect fleshy globes of Will's.

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