Hannibal was just drifting off to sleep when he heard it. Quiet sniffles, a choked sigh. He turned to face Will's back in the dark and gently touched his shoulder. "Will, my love. Are you crying?"

Will struggled to recover himself, rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling +

"Hannibal?" he said tearily. "I can tell you anything, right?"

Hannibal reached out and touched his fevered cheek. "Of course Will. Anything at all."

Wikk swallowed. "I love you," Will began, his eyes still towards the ceiling. "I love you more than anything." He wavered. +

"But sometimes, especially at night. I miss Molly."

Hannibal didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't that. He reached out and placed a hand in Will's shoulder, encouraging him to continue.

"She used to read to me when I couldn't sleep. And sometimes she would sing."+

Hannibal swallowed. "Are you having trouble sleeping now, Will?"

Will nodded wordlessly. He could just make out his face in the dark.

"Would you like me to sing to you?"

Will turned to Hannibal and smiled. "Yes please," he whispered.

Hannibal opened his arms and he tucked +

Will against his bare chest. He rocked him gently a few times before starting to sing in Lithuanian, a soft, slow melody. Will closed his eyes, sighing into Hannibal's embrace. Hannibal felt his body relax when sleep claimed him. Will did not dream.