Will was not naive enough to really trust that this strange hotel where they had found themselves was as pleasant or benign as it might have seemed, but he was likewise not particularly keen to argue with where the universe had seen fit to put them. Despite his full intention having been to kill the both of them, it had not been what he truly wanted. The decision had been taken from both of them, and whether they were alive or dead, his willingness to sentence the pair of them to death had, at least, died during the fall.
“If we’re dead, the experience definitely leads to more questions than answers. Those religions and philosophies would be disappointed.” He replied, letting his gaze flick down once more to the hand now covering his hand, then back up at Hannibal’s face for a moment before finally pulling his attention back to their surroundings and squinting up at the old looking building outside of which they stood. “Does it also appear as a hotel for you? Just to clarify how much this is indeed a shared experience.”
Despite his attention moving away from Hannibal, he didn’t do anything to move away physically. He quite willingly allowed the continued touch to his face, and his fingers curled to loosely grip the material of the sweater under the hand still on Hannibal’s chest.