Will yawns, eyes squeezing shut and his jaw clicking with the force of it. He’s still half asleep, in that hazy space between actually being awake and still dozing in and out of consciousness.
The smell of fresh coffee is the only thing really making his feet move forward, shuffling along the cool hardwood floors, dressed in one of Hannibal’s robes that hang a little too big off of his lithe frame.
He scrubs the sleep from his eyes, trying in vain to wake up fully.
