Hannibal didn't know if he expected Will to look different with these new-ish eyes, but the other man did not. He was still Will Graham, remarkable and fascinating, but still Will Graham. Perhaps he'd wondered if the boy's soul would have different insight. Perhaps if the boy had met Will, there might be some differing memories within, but Hannibal only had what the youth had read in the books and had seen on the screen.
He was pleased, however, to see that Will appeared to be in a significantly healthier state. His color was nearing that of a normal human being. His eyes didn't harbor the haunted shadow Hannibal had harvested so carefully. Another might find themselves perturbed that their work was so thoroughly undone, not Hannibal. He saw it as an opportunity. What Will had been twisted into might have worked well in Baltimore, but Hannibal was unsure that it would have been the proper metamorphosis for The City. Now he had a chance to help Will heal completely, and transform him into something else once more. This place was filled with the fantastic, the future was bright and open for them both. The good doctor found himself pleased, and allowed that smile to creep onto his face in the guise of a friend happy to see his companion.
"It's good to see you, Will. You look very well. City life agrees with you. Though I'm willing to bet that you have not stayed within the heart of the City at all, have you." Hannibal imagined Will perhaps in the vast park, in a little house. Or maybe down by the beach, in an abode that might be part shanty, part luxury.