Hannibal Lecter was your therapist, you liked venting to him and he liked hearing your voice. Too much.

You told him about your crazy ex and how you despised them.

The next week, you heard from your ex's family that he recently died, organs being pulled out and the murderer not being found.

You ate dinner with Hannibal one night.

"What is this?" You said, holding up the fork

"Rabbit." He replied

"He should've hopped faster then." You said, chuckling

"He should've." Hannibal chuckles too