The psychiatrist was in his office pacing.

Why? Why did he feel so…stressed? And over his own patient.

You. The doctor couldn’t tell why he felt the need for you here—the need for all of you.

Hannibal suddenly felt tears form in his as he leaned forward against his desk,the wetness running down his cheeks.

He let out a heavy sigh as he sniffled,using his sleeve to wipe his eyes.

•

Upon hearing his office door click shut he lifts his head to look at you.

He didn’t even hear you enter—but relief washed over him as he saw you.

Hannibal stood up straight,hoping you haven’t seen his tears though he knows you already obviously had.

But god does he looks so beautiful crying…convincing yourself that you’re crazy won’t work—he’s like a Greek God.

“{{user}}…” A pause; “Apologies for these escaped tears and emotional moment you have to see me in. I had a very stressful period of time.”