[He shakes his head again. Hannibal survives, it's what he does. And he would survive this. But it would change him. When the hole ripped in his soul finally stopped bleeding, he would be different. He would not be whole.]
Let's let the future be the future. [John's far better at handing out practical advice than accepting it.] We'll see how things go when we meet up with him. Being there in person can help a lot, too. There's something to be said for touch. [John lets his hand slide from Hannibal's shoulder.] And there's really only so much you can do on the network, even with video.
[Hannibal nods, looking away again, taking a breath and composing himself. He is very rarely so overcome with emotion, and he doesn't like it. Not at all. It's a weakness, a vulnerability. He had consumed his sister to forgive her for the way she made him feel, the love that was a chink in his well-crafted armor. And he had once believed that he would have to do the same to Will, consume him in order to move on from him. He has since decided otherwise, but that doesn't stop part of him from wondering if perhaps he would be better off with Will in his stomach instead of in his head and heart.
Of course, in this place, even if he did eat his friend, he'd just appear again.
[John doesn't imagine it's something Hannibal wants to dwell on.]
Right.
[He doesn't just want to leave the man despondent, but he's running out of assurances to offer.]
What, um... when you're feeling down, is there anything particular you like to do to cheer yourself up? I know there isn't a lot we can do here, but... if there's anything I can do for you?
I have paper and pencils to draw with. [The offer is immediate.] D'you like listening to music, as well? I can ask Sherlock to pull out his violin. He's incredibly gifted. Playing and composing. Wrote a song for- [John breaks off for just a moment for he pushes down the emotion and carries on. The waltz Sherlock had written for John and Mary's wedding, he'd been about to say.] He's written songs for special occasions.
He's really not the sort to hold grudges. [John would, in fact, prefer if Sherlock held more grudges.] And people kind of... try to murder him a lot back home. I make sure that doesn't happen.
[As best he can, anyway.]
Honestly, the worst you'll get is probably him asking you to describe what happened and your thought processes to see if he can use the data for some theory he's working on. I can tell him to behave, though. He listens sometimes.
In all honesty, it sounds like something I would do.
[He would have to have a conversation with Sherlock at some point, likely without John present. He suspected Sherlock would understand things that John would find distressing.]
If he is willing, I would appreciate music. And the paper and pencils. Do you draw, Dr. Watson?
[That's... well. It is what it is. John's learned to deal with it, and there are worse things that Hannibal could do than show an unhealthy curiosity in death and insanity. John's well aware he can be a bit of a morbid man, himself. That's Sherlock's unfortunate influence. Although, John suspects Hannibal might have some manners while questioning.]
No, I'm not really artistic. [Sherlock would probably argue that the blog had been pure fantasy drivel. Granted, John might agree with him to an extent at this point. He looks back on some of his case write-ups in the early days and sees that blind loyalty and near hero worship devotion in his descriptions of Sherlock. They've both had enough years and enough strains on their relationship to know better and recognize the flaws in each other more.] I picked them up for someone else, but... he's been gone awhile.
I'll go fetch those things and see about Sherlock, though. [John offers Hannibal another warm smile and brief pat on the shoulder before standing up.] I'm sure he'll be happy to play. [Unless Hannibal stops him, John will head out of the room to grab the pencils and pad of paper from his pack and harass Sherlock into breaking out his violin.]
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Re: cw: suicide
Date: 2018-04-10 05:32 am (UTC)From:[He shakes his head again. Hannibal survives, it's what he does. And he would survive this. But it would change him. When the hole ripped in his soul finally stopped bleeding, he would be different. He would not be whole.]
cw: suicide
Date: 2018-04-10 05:38 am (UTC)From:Re: cw: suicide
Date: 2018-04-11 04:06 am (UTC)From:Of course, in this place, even if he did eat his friend, he'd just appear again.
He takes another breath.]
How long will it take us to reach them?
cw: suicide
Date: 2018-04-11 04:12 am (UTC)From:Did you... let him know what happened? With your death price.
Re: cw: suicide
Date: 2018-04-11 04:33 am (UTC)From:[Hannibal leaves it vague, because when Will knew was problematic if he didn't immediately broadcast the danger he posed.]
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Date: 2018-04-11 04:37 am (UTC)From:Right.
[He doesn't just want to leave the man despondent, but he's running out of assurances to offer.]
What, um... when you're feeling down, is there anything particular you like to do to cheer yourself up? I know there isn't a lot we can do here, but... if there's anything I can do for you?
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Date: 2018-04-11 04:43 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2018-04-11 04:48 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2018-04-13 03:31 am (UTC)From:Would your friend be willing to play for me? I did almost murder him.
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Date: 2018-04-13 03:34 am (UTC)From:[As best he can, anyway.]
Honestly, the worst you'll get is probably him asking you to describe what happened and your thought processes to see if he can use the data for some theory he's working on. I can tell him to behave, though. He listens sometimes.
no subject
Date: 2018-04-13 03:44 am (UTC)From:[He would have to have a conversation with Sherlock at some point, likely without John present. He suspected Sherlock would understand things that John would find distressing.]
If he is willing, I would appreciate music. And the paper and pencils. Do you draw, Dr. Watson?
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Date: 2018-04-13 04:03 am (UTC)From:No, I'm not really artistic. [Sherlock would probably argue that the blog had been pure fantasy drivel. Granted, John might agree with him to an extent at this point. He looks back on some of his case write-ups in the early days and sees that blind loyalty and near hero worship devotion in his descriptions of Sherlock. They've both had enough years and enough strains on their relationship to know better and recognize the flaws in each other more.] I picked them up for someone else, but... he's been gone awhile.
I'll go fetch those things and see about Sherlock, though. [John offers Hannibal another warm smile and brief pat on the shoulder before standing up.] I'm sure he'll be happy to play. [Unless Hannibal stops him, John will head out of the room to grab the pencils and pad of paper from his pack and harass Sherlock into breaking out his violin.]