The difference between the waiting room and the inner sanctum was something akin to that overused trope of 'night and day' - the office was well appointed and lush, though not overtly sybaritic. The seemingly endless wall of books appealed to Will, as well as the quiet footfalls, his big boots muffled by the carpet, despite it not looking or feeling like vulgar shag.
He turned next to Doctor Lecter. "Thank you." No small talk, no 'nice to meet you', because frankly, it wasn't. Meeting people wasn't often nice for Will, and meeting therapists hadn't been anything short of painful before now. "I appreciate you seeing me at this slightly unusual time."