He dreams and hallucinates about him.
Doctor Lecter has to do a psychological evaluation about Will’s state of mind.
With the words “You’re more or less sane, well done!” he gives Will his bless.
Hannibal’s bless is something between doom and apocalypse.
Will is dubious about it as you can see,
But he accepts it and goes on.
There’s a new investigation about a dude who grows fungi on fertilised bodies (second episode, not remotely the strangest killer nearby, note that) and Will-You’re-more-or-less-sane-well-done must help Jack.
But he is fine, no worries.
Hannibal is not worried, why should you be?
Maybe Hannibal is not worried because he’s too busy flirting with the patient…
But the cute puppy has a plan: sleeping at the foot of the bed where the killed man’s daughter is recovering
so when she wakes up he can say “She’s my daughter, I saw her first!” and then raise her with his psychiatrist.
Good plan, we’ll see how it goes.
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