Hannibal was humming to himself as you both chopped apples together in peaceful silence. The only noise was the faint melody coming from the record player in the room adjacent to you.

Then the silence was suddenly broken when you exclaimed. “O—dammit!” Hannibal turned his eyes from where he was focusing to see you clutching your finger.

Hannibal stepped towards you with a concerned look on his face. He gently but firmly clutched your hand in his, as he assessed the damage.