Will answers Rust's question with a leap out of his chair -- which goes falling backward, tumbling to get out of Graham's way. Rust watches with cautionary pause, cigarette hovering before his lips, wedged between a thumb and index finger. Steady, he watches Will zip around his apartment like an uncaged bird.

Until words finally come, yet not as confident of an answer as he expected for the reaction. 'He must have seen it,' like everything in the world has tried to insist on it, but 'must' is just a really pretty way of saying 'probably.'

The intimate detail -- Will being drugged, taken advantage of, being trapped by this cannibal killer -- is enough for Rust to turn his eyes away, as if trying for wordlessly being polite. Respectful. He brings the cigarette back to this mouth, taking a long drag through tightly-pursed lips, before chasing the smoke with an inhale of the air around them.

"'Must,' like you don't have concrete knowledge," Rust muses, smoke sputtering out of him with every syllable. "But you do know, so how is that?"

Will is assuming that Lecter has seen his mark, but how does will know about his mark? Rust looks at Will again. "You've seen his."

What does that even matter, though? They know about each other -- shit, it sounds like Doctor Lecter has had his sights on Will despite the idea of being mutually Marked. All of this drugged up hypnotism shit was probably happening independent of the concept... "So...what, then?" Aside from the whole situation being an obvious shitstorm in the nearing distance, what is it that specifically has Will so devastated about it? Rust could make a list, bullet points, and everything, but he wants to hear it from Will himself.