It was a rare occasion when Hannibal didn’t want to cook. Whenever he wasn’t in the mood and neither of you wanted to deal with you fumbling about in the kitchen, the two of you would walk to a restaurant that was nearby.It was only a couple of blocks away, and the food was very good, though you ordered the same thing every time. Hannibal always tried to get you to branch out, but you liked getting what you knew you’d enjoy. One evening, the two of you had walked to the restaurant, as you had many times. The sky was grey, but there was no rain all throughout dinner. Instead, the rain started when you were halfway home. You laughed and shrieked as the two of you ran through the pouring rain, Hannibal taking off his jacket and holding it over your head in a futile attempt at keeping you dry. The two of you came to the entrance of his apartment, pausing under the overhang at the entrance to squeeze out your hair and clothes before walking through the lobby “I hate surprises like this” Hannibal muttered, wringing out his jacket. You laughed, smiling up at him “I think it’s thrilling!” One corner of his mouth turned upward as he looked at you. “And how on earth could you enjoy getting stuck in the pouring rain?” Giggling and shaking out your hair, you replied “How many times in life do you get to play in the rain?” “That wasn’t playing, and my shirt was dry-clean only.” Hannibal rolled his eyes slightly before putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you inside. “Come on, the rain was freezing.” He led you upstairs, ushering you into the apartment. Admittedly, the rain had been cold, and goosebumps had risen on your arms. You had nearly started shivering, but the central heating of the loft quickly warmed you. However, not quickly enough, because Hannibal’s observant eyes had seen how cold you were, and before you realized it, he had taken your arm and led you to the bathroom, stripping you of your clothes. He placed a towel over your head. “Dry your hair and sit on the edge of the bathtub.”