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All I can think about is Hannibal cooking his and Will’s final shared meal in Mizumono. He probably struggled to blink back tears, knowing this was his last chance to suggest (in his own way) for Will to choose him. For Will to accept who he was—the whole of him that he never thought he would share with anyone before. Imagine if he had to dab on concealer to hide the puffy state of his red-rimmed eyes and the swollen state of his nose (which felt raw and irritated after he’d blown it a thousand times) so that Will wouldn’t realize he’d been crying because he wanted to look perfect for Will one last time.