Malcolm Bright

Will's ready to laugh and mention that the only 'real' one was Molly, and everyone on this ship owes her thanks for 'socializing' him a little. But he's only through half a chuckle before Malcolm asks about Hannibal. And then keeps asking questions, and every single one is worthy of a long discussion.

Will chuckles anyway, because that is so very Malcolm, and he loves it. "We all change. We are becoming new things constantly, always slightly different than we used to be. It's a matter of whether those changes are directed by us or not." He kisses the top of Malcolm's head. "I am the master of my fate now, and I choose to change with you, not apart. And if Hannibal came back here...well, then we'd all change together. I think....we'd dance."

Will's lip curls up into a hopeful smile as he envisions it. "Hannibal would pick the music, I'd lead. It would be horrible and wonderful and exhilarating, probably all at the same time. You could learn just how many traits I share with Hannibal- how many traits you share with him, too. And when we were done, maybe you'd be able to go back home and I could help you with your father- whatever form that takes."