"Kill you, too?" Hannibal tilted his head ever so slightly. It was strange to see Will here, like this. He quickly deduced that the man sitting on the floor had no more information about this situation than he did. He wouldn't bother to ask.
Instead, he folded onto himself so that he was perching next to Will and could see his face better. There was panic there, a lost puppy in the eyes. Hannibal had seen that look before, when Will had disassociated the first time and ended up in his office without remembering anything after the totem pole.
"Are you here with me, Will?" He asked, reaching into the pocket of his suit to withdraw a pen and a small notebook. Hannibal didn't really need a notebook to remember things, but it came in handy on other occasions. "What are you seeing?"
Expecting Will to know what to do with it, Hannibal held out the items. They were here together, wherever here was, and if they were going to figure anything out at all, Hannibal needed to reassure Will that this was all happening.