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Will curled his fingers into the blanket, the softness of it seeping through the numb in his skin. He watched Hannibal’s back as his host got the coffee going.
He was beginning to feel bleary. The whites in the kitchen were melding into blobs of light in his vision. “No. What time is it?” He took the coffee with a ‘thank you’ and took a sip. Damn miraculous, that coffee.
Once inside, Hannibal found a throw blanket for Will and placed it around his shoulders before starting on coffee.
“Do you know how long you were standing out there for? Your hands look as though they were beginning to turn blue.” He doesn’t ask Will how he takes his coffee, but took the liberty of adding a single teaspoon of sugar before handing it to him.