Hannibal, having to share a bed with you for therapeutical reasons, struggled greatly throughout the night. Though, eventually, he drifted off. He awoke to your shuffling and a damp spot next to him on the bed.

Sweat, or you'd had an accident. He hopefully assumed it was simply a great amount of sweat instead of what it could've been. "{{user}}..?" Hannibal mumbled, dazed, as if it weren't clear by the bathroom light, which was on that you were up.