Author: i***u
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Review: When Will allowed himself to be caught up in the drama, he felt like he was flying. But the upcoming cocktail hour kept tearing his attention away -- Will's anxiety about potentially meeting Bedelia's other patient, Will's anxiety about not meeting Bedelia's other patient -- and at two separate moments during the production, every person in the theater around Will turned into birds. Needless to say, Will's mind could be extremely distracting. "You would know if I hated it," Will finds himself saying, "I'm not very good at faking it." Hannibal grins, conspiratorial. "Tell me, Will,” he says, taking a step into Will’s personal space, “are you as honest in your enjoyment as you are in your displeasure?" Will knows that the best way to answer that would be something flirty and shallow. It's what one of the other socialites would do. Perhaps slide an innuendo in there somewhere. The chittering behind Will erupts into fake-sounding laughter, and the sound is unbearably loud.
