Room 314 - Friday Morning

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The power coming back on had made things a little better for Chuck. It was warm now and he could call Nathaniel to complain about the events of the last few days. Still, the power back on didn't do anything to take away the fact that Chuck's face fucking hurt and so far no amount of ice and weed he used made it feel better. It actually hurt worse

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Hannibal had listened to the radio last night and, while he hadn't gotten beat up, he had had his face smashed so he kinda knew how Chuck felt.

Which is why he was down one floor and knocking on his door. Quietly.

See how polite he could be?

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Chuck eyed the door for a moment and just debated on pretending to be asleep for a moment. Then he rolled his eyes (which he should avoid doing because it fucking hurt), set his glass down on the desk and headed towards the door.

He wasn't so dumb not to ask who it was before opening the door. It could be another Winchester or, worse, Blair.

"What?"

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"Well, at least that means you're not dead," Hannibal said, knowing better than to actually laugh.

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Chuck huffed out what could be a laugh and unlocked and opened the door. "Not nearly. But apparently "next time will be worse" or something like that."

He was still surprised by Winchester's flair for the dramatic. Didn't think he had it in him.