Having Hannibal that close, that promise given, whether it was truth or not, had a longing he hadn't really ever felt rolling around in his stomach. Will had just settled his hand over Hannibal's when he heard Abigail drift down the stairs. He didn't jump away from the other man, but he did retreat from the embrace. It had got to the point that it was simply too intense.
A smile, one that was reserved for Abigail, found way over his lips. "You look beautiful." And dinner was far from cooked. But he liked the idea of the three of them in the kitchen he'd created, out of love, bringing a meal together. And he had aprons, just for the occasion.