[The first thing Hannibal did when he got into one of the single rooms was go into the bathroom, shed his bloodied clothing, and scrub them with cold water and dish soap. It wouldn't get all the blood out, but it would help. Then he washed himself, sponging the blood from his face, his hair, his hands. The water in the sink swirled with red, and Hannibal closed his eyes for a moment, just breathing. He could never forget what happened, the ugliness seared into his perfect memory.
He hung up his clothes, then put on his spare shirt and his damp boxers, and sat on the bed. He took out his tablet, and messaged Will.
It did not go well.
When John comes in, Hannibal is staring at the snow covered window. He turns his head, and smiles politely at the man, the smile not reaching his tired eyes, unable to hide his sorrow. He took the plate.]
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Date: 2018-04-09 02:20 am (UTC)From:He hung up his clothes, then put on his spare shirt and his damp boxers, and sat on the bed. He took out his tablet, and messaged Will.
It did not go well.
When John comes in, Hannibal is staring at the snow covered window. He turns his head, and smiles politely at the man, the smile not reaching his tired eyes, unable to hide his sorrow. He took the plate.]
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