[Gourmet chef who hosted dinner parties, who had people over for dinner whenever he could, Hannibal the cannibal. He can't even pretend to smile, he just flat-out grimaces. No one was that out of their mind, were they? No one would do that. Why would they do that? It made no sense. The devil is in the details, and Will Graham has all the time here in Asgard to pick them apart. If Whale ends up asking Alana and she informs him of Lecter's love of sharing his food with others, then he can draw his own conclusions from that. No need for Will to just continue dumping everything on him. He's already chucked quite enough on him.
Besides, Will's not the one obsessed. He's not obsessed with Lecter. It's the other way around. Right? Of course it is.
He does have a little curiosity about Regina Mills and makes a note to look for her, but he won't mention Whale out of the blue (oh dear).]
Doctor Whale. [His lips twitch a little; this conversation has been so heavy that trying to work it into something light and humorous is actually physically difficult.] Also known as the guy I can hit up when I have a little too much to drink and can't stop singing The Police so I just have to share the experience.
[One day, it will happen. That's not a sign that he's crazy. No, it's a sign that Will appreciates someone who knows his kind of music. He couldn't call up Lecter with that, couldn't belt out some operatic shit in Italian, even if he was completely sober.]
Thank you. For everything.
[It's clear those aren't words Will says much. He even drops his eyes, contact lost, swallowing, biting his lip. Jesus, where do they go from here, seriously?]
If you need anything, just holler. You know how to find me.
[Who the hell shouts at a guy going to prison for being a cannibalistic serial killer? Who the hells shouts at Victor Frankenstein? Oh, things he never thought he'd wonder.]
rap and gaga?
Besides, Will's not the one obsessed. He's not obsessed with Lecter. It's the other way around. Right? Of course it is.
He does have a little curiosity about Regina Mills and makes a note to look for her, but he won't mention Whale out of the blue (oh dear).]
Doctor Whale. [His lips twitch a little; this conversation has been so heavy that trying to work it into something light and humorous is actually physically difficult.] Also known as the guy I can hit up when I have a little too much to drink and can't stop singing The Police so I just have to share the experience.
[One day, it will happen. That's not a sign that he's crazy. No, it's a sign that Will appreciates someone who knows his kind of music. He couldn't call up Lecter with that, couldn't belt out some operatic shit in Italian, even if he was completely sober.]
Thank you. For everything.
[It's clear those aren't words Will says much. He even drops his eyes, contact lost, swallowing, biting his lip. Jesus, where do they go from here, seriously?]
If you need anything, just holler. You know how to find me.
[Who the hell shouts at a guy going to prison for being a cannibalistic serial killer? Who the hells shouts at Victor Frankenstein? Oh, things he never thought he'd wonder.]