Fandom Island Counseling Services and Psychiatry, Wednesday

[never_dull]

Hannibal was back in practice today, after having taken some time off due to his injuries, and was happy to be up and about a bit more.

Unfortunately, it meant having to turn more than one patient's discourse back to their own issues and away from him.

Still, it was a good day.

[Open post! Come get therapy or talk to Hannibal!]

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[myownface]

Sparkle wasn't going to do this. This was stupid. This was so fucking stupid and he was feeling off and tired and a bit like clawing at his own face these days, and he needed to scream at the walls at the mirror out over the water at everything, and.

And.

He wasn't okay.

And showing up at Hannibal's door looking like he hadn't slept a wink in days and smelling like he'd showered three or four times just to get the smell of weed off of himself was probably not going to help him conceal that fact. But here he was, eyes on his toes, tired and done and with his tail between his legs, so to speak.

And, entirely against his better judgement, knocking at the door.

[never_dull]

Hannibal opened the door with a pleasant look on his face that immediately faded to a frown. "Sparkle. Please, come in."

He ushered him gently to a seat, and without asking poured boiling water over tea and started getting out a plate of little scones he kept in here.

[myownface]

Sparkle didn't resist the ushering, not really. He just kind of let himself be deposited into a seat, and sat there scuffing his toes against the floor for a minute while Hannibal set to getting refreshments together.

It took him a few minutes before he mustered up a, "Hey."

Which, well, it was forward progress, of a sort.

[never_dull]

"Hello." Hannibal smiled gently and brought over a tray to set on the table between their chairs. "How are you doing?"

It wasn't as if he couldn't tell the answer, but he was interested in how Sparkle would answer.