(MM continuity)

[suspects_ravens]

(Post- this; pre- that.)

The Hannibals are occupying roughly half of a couch by the fireplace.

By their posture you'd expect them to be shaking, but they are very, very still.

Mischa left. She's (gone) back in her world with her zombies and her brother. Her brother. Her lucky bastard of a brother.

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[eidetiker]

Will is only passing, heading upstairs, but the sight of the double Hannibals together and -- upset? Can you use a word like that with any certainty on them? -- is enough to catch his attention.

He pauses, then comes towards them, halting a few steps away with his hands in view by his sides.

"Evening."

[suspects_ravens]

"Good evening," says a Hannibal, and her arm tightens around her double's waist for a moment.

"Mischa was here."

Which nicely explains their upset.

[eidetiker]

He blinks, frowning.

"Mischa. That's your sister, isn't it?"

[suspects_ravens]

Nod.

Their unison is imperfect.

They're holding hands, a weave of long, elegant fingers.