[He hadn't told Kate, but they'd been texting. It was easier to hide what would be taken as embarrassment if he said the name, and it would be easier to just say no over and over again. She wasn't looking at him, she wasn't looking at her. But here Whale was, trying, prying, smiling as he tossed out that lure. Any lure with the name Hannibal Lecter on the end of it was destined for something awful happening in the end. Lures were named after people that were cherished. The hope, then, was that they would come back to him. He didn't cherish Lecter, and he never would. If he ever got those memories back...any part of him he could try to find comfort in would be destroyed.]
I didn't realize there was a surplus of psychiatrists in Asgard. [Were there really? Were any of them trained in the sort of doom and gloom like Alana had been, like Lecter, like Chilton steeped himself in, would continue once he'd recovered? He didn't need one, and he sure as hell wasn't able to go to Alana with it. Not yet.] I'm curious now, Doctor Whale, how you came to be the one to tell Alana I was here. Did the FBI come up? Did she ask for...names?
[When he finally looks up, there's little truly happy in that smile. There's little truly happy in Will Graham in the first place, and maybe Whale can see that now. See why. But he doesn't give that question time to settle, not really, because if he gives him his full name.
Oh yes. There is a joke to be made.]
His name is Doctor Lecter. [He can't even bother trying to pretend it's not obvious, though the idea of calling Lecter a cannibal is still rather gross in his mind. It all starts to add up, though, doesn't it? To horrific ends. Gourmet chef. What if? It's such a croaky voice he says it in, too. He hasn't said it out loud to anyone other than Abigail. It's almost like his mere name is so painful it leaves his throat dry enough to make his voice crack.] Doctor Hannibal Lecter, based in Baltimore, Maryland.
[God, he knows it's coming. He knows it in every fiber of his sick body, and he lets out a puff of air as if to say oh yes, he's thought of it. But really, could it be...that?]
I know what you're going to say. If he ever comes to Asgard, don't say it to him. He doesn't tolerate rudeness. That's very rude. He can't help what his parents named him.
runs to old school stuff to combat that https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHywdqH3F6Y
I didn't realize there was a surplus of psychiatrists in Asgard. [Were there really? Were any of them trained in the sort of doom and gloom like Alana had been, like Lecter, like Chilton steeped himself in, would continue once he'd recovered? He didn't need one, and he sure as hell wasn't able to go to Alana with it. Not yet.] I'm curious now, Doctor Whale, how you came to be the one to tell Alana I was here. Did the FBI come up? Did she ask for...names?
[When he finally looks up, there's little truly happy in that smile. There's little truly happy in Will Graham in the first place, and maybe Whale can see that now. See why. But he doesn't give that question time to settle, not really, because if he gives him his full name.
Oh yes. There is a joke to be made.]
His name is Doctor Lecter. [He can't even bother trying to pretend it's not obvious, though the idea of calling Lecter a cannibal is still rather gross in his mind. It all starts to add up, though, doesn't it? To horrific ends. Gourmet chef. What if? It's such a croaky voice he says it in, too. He hasn't said it out loud to anyone other than Abigail. It's almost like his mere name is so painful it leaves his throat dry enough to make his voice crack.] Doctor Hannibal Lecter, based in Baltimore, Maryland.
[God, he knows it's coming. He knows it in every fiber of his sick body, and he lets out a puff of air as if to say oh yes, he's thought of it. But really, could it be...that?]
I know what you're going to say. If he ever comes to Asgard, don't say it to him. He doesn't tolerate rudeness. That's very rude. He can't help what his parents named him.