[Wherever Hannibal has settled in the hospital for the moment, John finds him. He comes bearing gifts! It's... not a lot, but it's a bit of dinner for the man. He's been trying to give the other man some space after what's happened... but he's also not particularly keen on leaving him completely alone. The memories of Luna and Quark, of Ecks' terrified face as she murdered John to prevent him murdering her, as well, have been playing on repeat in the doctor's mind since they'd encountered Hannibal last night. There's no way to make this right, but maybe he can help make it bearable? It's a distraction from the fact that Mary's not coming back and probably never will be.]
Hey, I made a bit of food, if you're hungry. Sorry it's not much. Tess showed me how to make chicken salad with the supplies from the school...
[There's a roll with poor man's chicken salad on a tin foil plate along with a fruit cup and cup of vanilla ice cream. John does, at least, know how to cook homely meals, so it won't taste awful, it's just not up to snuff for most refined palates. He offers a sympathetic smile as he moves closer and his tone is gentle.
The kid gloves are going to be on dealing with Hannibal for a while, at least until the man tells him to lay off. The distress of the situation makes John feel even worse about trying to test the psychiatrist with a semi-session a few weeks ago. Hannibal has enough on his plate, as it were, he doesn't need John's problems, as well.]
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Night 346; action
Date: 2018-04-08 07:48 pm (UTC)From:[Wherever Hannibal has settled in the hospital for the moment, John finds him. He comes bearing gifts! It's... not a lot, but it's a bit of dinner for the man. He's been trying to give the other man some space after what's happened... but he's also not particularly keen on leaving him completely alone. The memories of Luna and Quark, of Ecks' terrified face as she murdered John to prevent him murdering her, as well, have been playing on repeat in the doctor's mind since they'd encountered Hannibal last night. There's no way to make this right, but maybe he can help make it bearable? It's a distraction from the fact that Mary's not coming back and probably never will be.]
Hey, I made a bit of food, if you're hungry. Sorry it's not much. Tess showed me how to make chicken salad with the supplies from the school...
[There's a roll with poor man's chicken salad on a tin foil plate along with a fruit cup and cup of vanilla ice cream. John does, at least, know how to cook homely meals, so it won't taste awful, it's just not up to snuff for most refined palates. He offers a sympathetic smile as he moves closer and his tone is gentle.
The kid gloves are going to be on dealing with Hannibal for a while, at least until the man tells him to lay off. The distress of the situation makes John feel even worse about trying to test the psychiatrist with a semi-session a few weeks ago. Hannibal has enough on his plate, as it were, he doesn't need John's problems, as well.]