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“Don’t be ridiculous, Will,” Hannibal chastises, guiding him back against the barber’s chair with a firm hand on his shoulder. “It’s my pleasure.” He allows his hand to linger a bit longer on the younger man’s arm, “Just sit back and ….relax.” Relax. Relax. Relax. Will rests his head back against the plush, leather seat, closes his eyes, and repeats the word in his mind, a steady mantra to calm his anxious nerves at being alone in Hannibal Lecter’s house; in Hannibal Lecter’s...