Chine (Hannibal, Hannibal/Will)

He recognizes the wizened, middle-aged man hovering at the edge of his classroom. He’s there no doubt waiting to speak to Will the moment class is dismissed. Will is not wrong, but then he isn’t often wrong.

“Mr. Graham.”

Will quickly pulls on his glasses, positioning the top rim so that he blocks Jack’s gaze. He doesn’t want to invite the distraction that looking into Jack’s eyes will bring, especially when Jack so obviously wants something from him.

“I’m Special Agent Jack Crawford. I lead the Behavioral Science Unit.”

“We’ve met.”

He knows Jack Crawford not just as the current head of the Behavioral Science Unit, though that reputation alone is enough to pull Will’s recognition, but also from a disagreement they had not long ago. Jack apparently remembers it too.

“Yes, we had a disagreement about the museum when we opened it,” Jack says, confirming Will’s suspicion.

It had been a pretty heated argument, or at least as heated as arguments with Will get, which is to say not very. “I disagreed with what you named it.”