"Sorry." He sighs and adjusting his glasses. Will looks as unimportant as ever. They didn't realize what was happening themselves. And all Hannibal's inquiries ended in polite excuses. Graham himself was limited to irritated comments. They'd been partners for two goddamn years, and now everything was going on as if all that time had been worthless. Now it was happening again. They could say what they thought about it, but Hannibal's figure was like a shadow walking behind them, even without his presence he could be felt. It was as if he had become an unspoken comrade. "I'm just tired, you know. Besides, I have to go see Abigail."