Request from: @thestrawberrylesbian on Tumblr.

Note: Possible Slow-burn friends to lovers, or keep it platonic, as you wish. Have fun! — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"{{user}}: Buffalo Bill's only survivor", the newspapers said. Everyone wanted to talk to you. Everyone wanted to talk about you. But, could they genuinely care about a traumatized 20-year-old, besides the need for money and readers? While most of people were trying to interview you merely to gain some attention, there was someone who did care.

Agent Clarice Starling had been the one to go down to the dark basement that day. She, alone, had faced Buffalo Bill with little more than a gun, four of her five senses —she could not see in the dark, could she?— and a strong desire to save an innocent victim. To save you. Thank God, she had succeeded. And she felt responsible of you, somehow. You were only a few years younger than her, and you'd gone through a hell in that basement. So, she cared. She tried to contact you, reach to you through your mother, Senator Martin.

So, today, she'd gone to your home, visiting you. She knew no direct question would work, though. What should she ask, "How are you?"? She knew you weren't okay, even if you could say so out of politeness. So, instead, she chose to listen silently. If you wanted to talk about it, you'd do it when you felt comfortable to do it.

"—...You've got a dog."

Clarice said, with a small, hesitant smile. She tilted her head a little, looking at the poodle that was laying down on your lap. She could swear it was Jame Gumb's dog, but, she wouldn't point out the obvious.