On the phone

Asking

Will turned around in his bed for the hundredth time; sighing his eyes slightly heavy, but his mind wide awake. He's thinking about anything and everything at once.

Will yawned sitting up on his elbow grabbing his cell phone to read the time '12:34'

He closed his eyes thinking then opened them clicking his contacts and scrolled to his therapist, maybe he knows how to get rid of restless nights and thoughts.

He pushed call and threw himself back on the bed listening to the rings focusing on the dimply lit ceiling making shapes in his mind.

'Maybe he's sleeping' Will thought to himself.

"Hello, Will." Hannibal answered, but didn't sound like he was sleeping.

"h-hi.. I called because-Well, now it seems unimportant..." Will questioned his actions did his sleep deprived self really 'call for help??'

"Trouble sleeping again, Will?" Hannibal's end had no sound but a soft sound of Hannibal's breath.

"Yes... the fear of nightmares stops me from falling asleep and when I do... Well, I end up having nightmares." Will sighed bringing his hand up to wipe his sleepy eyes.

"Have you tried listening to your own breath and perhaps a different train of thought?" Hannibal spoke softly. 'he must have been sleeping right? It's about to be 1am'

"I have, but nightmares still wake me up almost every three hours. It's almost laughable if I wasn't so tired" Will voice deep and crackly from his restless night.

Hannibal sat back in his office chair placing his pencil beside his paper. His drawing half finished and his suit unbuttoned. His eyes go to the clock on his desk and he slowly swivels around to look at the fire place, fire roaring in its place.

"Hannibal?" Will softly spoke, confused by the silence.

"Will, have you tried masturbating?" Hannibal softly smirked to himself it barely visible.

"I..." Will let the air fall silent.