Then, lifts himself up, still pressed close to Hannibal.
A quick look around reveals his Glock, although a look too far gleans a quick turn back, away from the bleeding corpse, so he can pick up his gun, check the safety, and holster it.
He's oddly quiet as he does so, the simple touch of it reminding him of other moments, other times.
Jasmine is in a poor mood.
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"I...don't really know what I should do with my gun, anymore."
Strange, that.
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Not a suggestion.
"It's so useful, after all. And I would be quite displeased if you were caught like this again with no way to defend yourself."
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Then, lifts himself up, still pressed close to Hannibal.
A quick look around reveals his Glock, although a look too far gleans a quick turn back, away from the bleeding corpse, so he can pick up his gun, check the safety, and holster it.
He's oddly quiet as he does so, the simple touch of it reminding him of other moments, other times.
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He'll recover. Slowly.
But slowly enough that even Hannibal seems warm.
"You...followed me?"
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He doesn't know whether that's comforting or horrifying.
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But Villiers won't say it aloud.
He'll just draw close again. And cling.
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Creepy bastard, but a good one to have around.
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He has to ask.
Perhaps he'll regret it. Perhaps he'll be comforted.
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Whatever it is, it makes him draw closer still, molding himself to Hannibal's form.
hewillstayhewillstayhewillstay
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Soft kiss.
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"...what will you do with...her..."
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