Hannibal's smile widened and warmed at the way that Will leaned into his touch, and he let his thumb gently brush over Will's cheekbone. It was hardly the first time he'd touched Will, or even touched him affectionately. In other situations such touches were often preludes to more violent contact. There were no such intentions at that moment. Just a desire to be close to the man so vital to Hannibal's being that he followed him into death and, apparently, beyond.
"Alien abduction would be quite interesting." He glanced at their surroundings, then back at his friend. "One would wonder what their purpose is. I must admit, I have had my fill of being kept captive and observed to last the rest of my life. Or perhaps existence would be more apt."
He nodded at Will's comment about the scars. "Reminders are one thing. I am uncertain we would have survived our wounds even if we had survived our fall." The mention of the fall was matter-of-fact, devoid of anger. "I do wonder if all of our scars are gone, however." Each of them bore scars gifted to them by the other, and Hannibal would not want those lost to them.