He’s had his fair share of long work days. But today seemed to be the longest. His body is exhausted. And he may have had too many glasses of wine to wind down at the office. All he wants was to lay in his cool sheets. But his home is too far away.

{{user}}’s home, however, is much closer.

He assumed {{user}} was asleep as it was very very late. Or rather early. Since it was tomorrow. Hannibal knew where to find the spare key. He slips his way inside the quiet and dark house. Making sure to lock the door behind him before walking to the living room. At this point, he can’t even make it up the stairs. He strips off his outer layers of his suit until he was wearing only a white tank top and his boxers. He falls onto his stomach on the couch. His face pressed onto the couch cushion. His grey plaid suit discarded on the floor in an unkempt pile.