New York City, New York | Wednesday | December 22

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It was Christmastime in the city. Before everything, Hannibal would have been decorating his apartment in garish Christmas lights and obnoxious decorations. Now, he had black out curtains drawn and one small lamp on to provide some (unneeded) illumination

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Riiiight. If any of this was typical, Angela wouldn't have had to resort to road-tripping all the way up here to get some kind of response. She still wasn't even sure he'd be here. Losing his phone really only accounted for so much non-communication.

You could say she was uncertain as she knocked on his apartment door, which was pretty rare for her. She'd left Peyton getting a coffee down the street, and depending on how this went, or didn't go, could always go and join her.

It might've been a better idea if she'd done that without knocking at all.

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Oh, goody. Now he could entertain himself with something that wasn't the idiotic movie on the television. With a glance at the door and some surreptitious hiding of his class, he said, "Come in."

The door was unlocked. It was just dark in the apartment. Dark and a little chilly. Hannibal stretched his legs out and waited.

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Things, not getting any less weird, even if she did feel a little relief flood in hearing his voice. It didn't answer any of her questions, but it was something.

Dark and eerily cold when she pushed open the door, though? That was less comforting. That and her growing irritation that he sounded okay enough to have at least called, or emailed, or something in the last month or two.

"Hannibal?"

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"In here," he called, sounding pleasant if anything. He probably should have called but he'd been a little busy. Oh well. Boyfriend manners tended to get tossed by the wayside. "The heat's broken. Sorry about that."

It wasn't broken and he wasn't sorry.