One of the first things Will had done to ready his home was to set up electricity and get air conditioning. The climate was far too warm not to have one. He'd learned that quickly, the first night.
Though the bigger rooms were coming along nicely. He had enough furniture, though more on the comfortable side than decorative, to fill the living area. He let Abigail pick a few pieces, so that it was a comfort for her too. The dining room was more formal. Which he had done for Hannibal. Will still wasn't sure why he'd chosen that room to dedicate to the other man.
When he answered the door, his hair was still mostly wet, and his clothes definitely spoke of 'just being thrown on' though they were clean. A towel draped over his shoulders. "Hannibal." His tone said he'd been expecting him, even if his attire didn't. "I haven't cooked anything yet, but you're welcome to help if you like." He stepped out of the way, to welcome his friend in.