Coma or no coma, it takes Neph .04 seconds to catch Hannibal's drift. Much easier and more fun than catching bullets, as it turns out. He probably feels her answering grin, the uneven line of her teeth, against his shoulder. "We gotta," she agrees, wriggling a little with excitement. Chinese food's great, and she's about to need a massive carboload, but shit the look on Will's face!
(She doesn't know how she scared him. She doesn't know he sat vigil as though she were slipping away. She knows only that Hannibal is here and seems to be taking things in his stride, and that they've deemed things safe enough for Will to go for walks, so it's easy to fall out of cautious survival mode. Hannibal short circuits her usual procedures like that. It's nearly pavlovian by now.)
Neph turns her face up to beam at Hannibal, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching in the first purely happy surge she's felt since she left their apartment that morning a week ago. She expects to see Hannibal's conspiratory face and, yeah, she catches the edge of it as it's whisked away, but what's left behind weighs on her like an arm around her shoulder. Her smile falls away, her fingers tightening around his.
"I'm sorry," she tells him. "I didn't mean t'leave you alone that long. I overdid it." Then, of course, she remembers how that came to be, and her eyebrows pinch together. "When they took the bag off an' I saw you an' you were already messed up--" Neph sucks her bottom lip into her mouth to keep it from wobbling. Much like with her period, her emotions are all over the place after Burnout. "--let's both try not ta'do it again, okay?"
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put that back where it came from or so help me!!
Date: 2017-08-24 04:35 am (UTC)(She doesn't know how she scared him. She doesn't know he sat vigil as though she were slipping away. She knows only that Hannibal is here and seems to be taking things in his stride, and that they've deemed things safe enough for Will to go for walks, so it's easy to fall out of cautious survival mode. Hannibal short circuits her usual procedures like that. It's nearly pavlovian by now.)
Neph turns her face up to beam at Hannibal, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching in the first purely happy surge she's felt since she left their apartment that morning a week ago. She expects to see Hannibal's conspiratory face and, yeah, she catches the edge of it as it's whisked away, but what's left behind weighs on her like an arm around her shoulder. Her smile falls away, her fingers tightening around his.
"I'm sorry," she tells him. "I didn't mean t'leave you alone that long. I overdid it." Then, of course, she remembers how that came to be, and her eyebrows pinch together. "When they took the bag off an' I saw you an' you were already messed up--" Neph sucks her bottom lip into her mouth to keep it from wobbling. Much like with her period, her emotions are all over the place after Burnout. "--let's both try not ta'do it again, okay?"