treacle-a:Post-Fall Drabble #10 He knows he shouldn’t drink, because whenever he does he doesn’t w
treacle-a: Post-Fall Drabble #10 He knows he shouldn’t drink, because whenever he does he doesn’t want to stop. Dimly he’s aware of Hannibal’s shoulder under his arm, the warm brand of an arm encircling his waist and - uncaring now, weak - he lets himself burrow in, face to neck. It’s only afterwards he realises the swirling weightless feeling that followed was Hannibal carrying him to bed. Anyone else would bring it up the next day, but instead there is freshly-made coffee and croissants made from scratch. “Sorry about last night,” he mumbles. Hannibal’s gaze is fox-bright, “No need to be,” he says quietly. -- source link