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"So, here's home," Stephen offers once the PINpoint's activated, and the three have been relocated from the Nexus couch to the couch in his apartment.
It's fascinating what one can tell about someone by their home.
By Hannibal's standards, the studio apartment probably seems spartan to the point of masochism. No objets d'art, no musical instrument- no books. A couch, a desk- but on it is simply a laptop (and who knows- Hannibal may well have no idea what the thing is).
The kitchen is a shameful disgrace to a gourmand's eye: few pots and pans, mismatched plates. The bed, however, is a thing of beauty: lavish bedding, a heavy wrought-iron frame, heavy Louis XV reproduction nightstand and armoire.
One can draw their own conclusions about Stephen from that, surely.
It's fascinating what one can tell about someone by their home.
By Hannibal's standards, the studio apartment probably seems spartan to the point of masochism. No objets d'art, no musical instrument- no books. A couch, a desk- but on it is simply a laptop (and who knows- Hannibal may well have no idea what the thing is).
The kitchen is a shameful disgrace to a gourmand's eye: few pots and pans, mismatched plates. The bed, however, is a thing of beauty: lavish bedding, a heavy wrought-iron frame, heavy Louis XV reproduction nightstand and armoire.
One can draw their own conclusions about Stephen from that, surely.