"What happens in our dreams can be just as bad as anything in reality."
Because Will won't delude himself into believing that the dreams stop here. In his first set, this was just the beginning, and if this only a start then there's so much worse to come. He doesn't want to see the Leedses and the Jacobis again, with the glass in their eyes, or hear those tapes, or come face to face with a deranged man set upon him by the very person trying to reassure him now.
Will takes in a deep breath, exhaling through his nose. He presses his cheek to Hannibal's hair. "Can I ask a favour?"