Will, talking to himself in the mirror in the morning: every second of this day will be dedicated to capturing Doctor Lecter, this is my life’s purpose, I’m a weapon, I’m sleek and slippery, that sonofabitch is going DOWN
Will, half an hour later, sweating: omg hanni’s hair looks extra good today?? A shame to ruin it with all that arresting. So maybe, uh, tomorrow, yea,