[There is nothing on the network to tip him off as to their arrangement. It's the cup in his room that smells of her: that tells him everything. He makes a cup of coffee, and there is a several second hesitation in which he considers pricking his thumb to add a drop of blood.
In the end, he doesn't. Hannibal carries the cup and saucer with the ease of someone who has steady hands and long practice. The coffee is cooling by the time he finds her, and that is a shame; still, he comes to stand beside her, offering the up with his eyes on the door.]
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In the end, he doesn't. Hannibal carries the cup and saucer with the ease of someone who has steady hands and long practice. The coffee is cooling by the time he finds her, and that is a shame; still, he comes to stand beside her, offering the up with his eyes on the door.]
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