New York City, New York | Thursday | May 5

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He'd had a nightmare last night. It wasn't uncommon, he'd been having them a lot since becoming cured of the vampirism but that didn't make them suck any less. The only good thing was that he hadn't woken up with a scream which meant Abigail hadn't come running and he hadn't had to explain visions of blood, bone and flesh that he could see in his

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[rocksthescarf]

Chuck had spent his morning getting settled in at the Winchester's and, as promised, was taking things easy. After he had got the majority of his stuff in what was now to be his room (or, well, watching other people take his stuff to his room) he sat back on the bed and sort of marveled at the fact that he was living with his ex-principal and a toddler for the summer.

After a while that got sort of boring, but Chuck still stayed in bed because, whether she knew it or not, Zoe was going into mother mode even on the phone with him the other day and he didn't want to give her reason to threaten him back into bed. So he got to looking at his phone and he noticed an old text that he had scoffed at when he first got it, but never deleted.

The old Chuck Bass would have ignored it forever, but the new Chuck Bass was willing to try to forgive, so he dialed Hannibal's number and waited for an answer.

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When Hannibal's phone started buzzing, he'd considered ignoring it but eventually figured that wouldn't do any good. Retrieving it from the nightstand, his eyes widened at the name displayed there.

Phone to his ear, Hannibal slowly said, "Um, hello? Chuck Bass?"

[rocksthescarf]

Hannibal's voice sounded so unlike the last time Chuck heard it that a lot of the nervousness he felt about calling went away.

"Um, yeah, it's me," he said after a moment. "Hi."

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Well, now Hannibal had no freaking idea what to say. Chuck was one of the people that he'd hurt and hadn't been able to contact since all of that. He felt lame.

"You're -- " He frowned. "You sound all right. I got, um, your friend's email about you getting shot. You okay?"

[vanillajello]

Kate was failing at the whole sleeping in thing today, it seemed. She was still in bed, sure, but falling asleep again seemed to be an impossible task. She was having one those annoying thoughtful phases again, it seemed. Bummer.

Her phone was on her nightstand, so clearly this called for random texts.

i haven't been drinking, yet i feel hungover. is that supposed to happen? i feel cheated somehow.

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After Chuck's call, Hannibal still had his phone in his pocket so he pulled it out when it buzzed.

i dunno. He sent that and added. everything okay?

[vanillajello]

okayish. thinky.

Hey, that was almost honest.

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about?

Well, all he was doing was throwing clothes in a bag so he figured he could ask and listen even if it was via text.