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[mrmoneypenny]

See: A Villiers.

He's managed to get up, at least, and is now curled comfortably on the bed.

Mmmmmmmm.

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[reactstonothing]

See: A Hannibal.

Or rather, hear.

He's whistling all the way down the hall, as he opens the door, hangs the sword once again carefully on the rack, and heads for bed and Villiers.

[mrmoneypenny]

He opens his eyes in time to see the sword being replaced.

And frowns.

Sword. Sword and mysteriously going away. This does not bode well for...people in general.

"Where'd you go?" he says instead, stretching and recurling under sheets like the perfect girl you'd like to come home to. Except, of course, that he's a guy.

Small issue. Whatever.

[reactstonothing]

"Outside," Hannibal replies brightly, striding to the bedside and leaning down to give Villiers a kiss.

[mrmoneypenny]

Now, he sighs.

That gleam in his eye, the extra bounce in his step, the hysterical joy in his voice. As subtle as it may be, Villiers can see it.

It also makes him feel slightly queasy, but that'll be pushed aside for the moment.

"...you killed him, didn't you?"