"No," Will's brow raised. "If I have a problem, I handle it myself." He sipped his glass again. "A very good friend of mine taught me that." One day he might very well handle the problem that was Hannibal with his own hands like the man encouraged. His desire to both kill and run off with Hannibal was not mutually exclusive. Killing Hobbs for the sake of not losing Abigail again, by any other hand in the universe, had an ease he had never felt before. Will was protecting his daughter.
Will leaned forward, resting his forearms on his legs, glass swirled between his hands. "Sometimes you have to do things yourself. Others can be very disappointing."
While his gaze very met eye to eye with Zemo- the only person he made eye contact with was Hannibal and in that he saw his own reflection changed- his attention could be nowhere else but the man asking the questions. "Before really knowing him, would you have let him help with the issues you tried to handle?"