I love how sulky Will looks when Hannibal surrenders himself, like, he’s just So! Upset! At this mad man who would have eaten his brain a few hours ago. He gets dragged around the globe to Muskrat farm while he’s drugged and simultaneously suffering with a bullet would and a portion of his forehead being sliced open. Some clown tells him he’s going to cut off his face without anesthesia. Then he’s waking up in his own bed, in different clothes yet again, and of-fucking-course Hannibal Lecter is playing his nurse.

He’s just so tired. He’s like, fuck you and fuck this! And Hannibal’s crooning heartachingly tender romance at him with his, “Your memory palace is building. It’s full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own. I’ve discovered you there. Victorious.” (Has ‘I love you’ ever sounded this good?)

And when Hannibal surrenders, it’s anticipated but also Will’s just so petulant about it. He feels so deeply for Hannibal and so many horrible things have happened to him in the last 48 hours because of Hannibal, but he still cares for him and despite his insistence of indifference, he’s hurt. He’s upset. He doesn’t care anymore!