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not heard from @gcldberg in weeks , and she’s beginning to think she’s done something wrong .

she knew it was a body before even picking it up. the smell was a dead—ha—giveaway. when he drops it, she squats down to pick the bag up as if it weighs nothing and sets it into the trunk of his car. "you gonna need help getting that thing out?" she completely ignored the —

⠀ Hannibal takes a step closer, knife not going anywhere, though the illusion of it digging deeper is brought by the further curling of his elbow over Joe’s shoulder. His head tilts. Curious. “You can ask,” his tone dancing like a wave. Playful. ▼

⠀ “A pleasure, Joe.” Hannibal smiles and lets go, head cocking to the side, inhaling the air during so. It was subtle, but something in how Hannibal’s eyes laid on him shifted. There was this… sudden 𝒆𝒙𝓹𝒍𝒐𝓼𝒊𝒐𝓷 of interest over him. ▼

“ i worry i make you uncomfortable , ” she took a deep breath , the admission spilling from her lips before she could stop it . her arms wrapped around herself just a little , her gaze dropping slightly . “ i really don’t want to ruin this . i . . . really like you , —

his comfort brought the faintest smile to replace her frown and she gently placed her hand on his arm , squeezing softly . “ it’s fine , i’m used to it , but — we should probably talk about it . ” she dropped her hand back to her lap and she fidgeted awkwardly with her —