BSHCI: Will & Hannibal
[There were some odd habits that Will had adopted since being locked in the sell at BSHCI, and one of them was daydreaming. It wouldn't have been so odd if he did it like a normal person might, perhaps laying in his bed, or even sitting. But no, Will tended to stand wherever he was when he began to drift off. The moments caught him at strange times, after having washed his hands, perhaps after having relinquished his food tray to the orderly when they came round to pick them up. But often, Will was simply standing there, lost in his own thoughts and mind as they attempted to generate a reality that was less depressing than the one that currently surrounded him.
He was in such a state when Hannibal approached, cloaked half in the shadows in the small cell. He didn't hear the other man approach, didn't pick up on his presence, not until Hannibal finally spoke. Only then did Will react, turning his head slowly towards the front of the open barred cell, his expression betraying nothing as he stepped from the shadows and into the light.]