His brows furrowed in thought. Trying to make sense of any of it in a logical way was a losing battle. The variety of people in the hotel was a bit much- people, in general, were a bit much. Will pitied a world that might have seen multiple of him. There was a whole list of people who likely didn't want to see one of him, even as she had rolled her wheelchair in and pretended.
Sighing, he shook his head. "Fishing, for me, was a way to clear my mind of all the terrible things I see. I use it as an escape more than anything. That and making my own lures." He paused. "I'm glad you found someone else to teach you."
Beyond getting lost in the minds of serial killers and fishing, Will always fond teaching easy. It wasn't a social action to him, though one on one lessons could be a struggle previously. That was before everything though. Before Hannibal turned his life upside down just to see what he would do. He missed him.
"So what else do you do around here?" He asked genuinely. He was rather terrible at small talk.