Miami is a comfortable change of pace for Hannibal, allowing him to leave behind the niggling discomfort of unfamiliar emotion. He's allowed himself to get too close to Will Graham; some distance can only be therapeutic. Will has been a fascinating experiment, but the twinge he felt seeing Will behind bars is both unwelcome and unworthy.
It took little effort to plant the idea in Jack Crawford's ear over the course of conversations and shared meals. Jack could certainly understand why Hannibal needed some distance from his friend and his sense of failure in guarding Will's sanity. Better that Jack see it that way.
Hannibal has made use of his time in Miami, taking over a beach house that makes every sunrise a pleasure, visiting a tailor who has already supplemented his wardrobe with patterned linen suits and lightweight casual shirts that doubtless cost more than some of Miami's finest's annual incomes. He doesn't fit in visually in the police department, which suits him perfectly. Is there anything more satisfying than hiding in plain sight?
Yes, as it turns out, there is something more satisfying, and that is to walk into a conference room to see Miami's forensic wunderkind poring over photos of Hannibal's work.
He schools his expression into proper concern rather than show his honest amusement. "Dexter Morgan, is it?"
He lets himself be pulled in by the photographs, scanning them with a critical eye. "Am I interrupting?"
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It took little effort to plant the idea in Jack Crawford's ear over the course of conversations and shared meals. Jack could certainly understand why Hannibal needed some distance from his friend and his sense of failure in guarding Will's sanity. Better that Jack see it that way.
Hannibal has made use of his time in Miami, taking over a beach house that makes every sunrise a pleasure, visiting a tailor who has already supplemented his wardrobe with patterned linen suits and lightweight casual shirts that doubtless cost more than some of Miami's finest's annual incomes. He doesn't fit in visually in the police department, which suits him perfectly. Is there anything more satisfying than hiding in plain sight?
Yes, as it turns out, there is something more satisfying, and that is to walk into a conference room to see Miami's forensic wunderkind poring over photos of Hannibal's work.
He schools his expression into proper concern rather than show his honest amusement. "Dexter Morgan, is it?"
He lets himself be pulled in by the photographs, scanning them with a critical eye. "Am I interrupting?"